Technicolor girls are always on the phone,
Talking about their homes,
And the conversations continue endlessly.
Technicolor boys, transistor radios,
Blasting their treble tones,
And the arguments are disputed after school,
In the parking lot as the teachers bend the rules.
Patiently you waited for a courting boy's embrace,
Then everyone would know.
But the letter jacket wasn't yours to own,
And it proves to be on a temporary loan.
And as they all grow older, the truth will be Understood,
Cause we never turn out the way we thought we would.