Back in the Ronald Reagan days When we put satellites in space When boys wore skinny leather ties, whoa Like Don Johnson from Miami Vice When M&M was just a snack And Michael Jackson's skin was black Back when the coolest thing in store, whoa Was a Commodore 64 Back to the '80s, back to soap Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh Those were the days and we go Back to the '80s and hey there, Mr. T To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah Those were the days, I come back To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah) Bananarama and Breakfast Club Come back, yeah, come back, yeah I come back When Huey Lewis was the news When we went flying with Tom Cruise When shoulder pads and looking tough, whoa Lost a dare to David Hasselhoff Too many men with heavy makeup on (hey) Too many poodles with guitars Thanks for all the joy you've given us You will always be our superstars Back to the '80s, back to soap (back to soap) Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh Those were the days and we go Back to the '80s and hey there, Mr. T To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah Those were the days, I come back To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah) Bananarama and Breakfast Club Come back, yeah, come back, yeah I come back Hooray for Cosby and Rubik's Cube Hooray for Dynasty and moon boots Hooray for Devo and barber curls Hooray for Poltergeist and Barbie girls (girls, girls, girls) Love you, love you, love you, love you, love you Back to the '80s (we love the '80s), back to soap (we love it all) Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, eh Those were the days (let's go back) Back to the '80s (oh, there it goes), to Mr. T (yeah) To Twister Sisters on MTV, yeah Those were the days, I come back To Iron Maiden and 7-Up (ooh whoa yeah) Bananarama and Breakfast Club Come back, yeah, come back, yeah Let's go back to the '80s (7-Up, we love it all) All the stars still standing tall Let's go back to the '80s, back to the '80s Back to the '80s (7-Up, we love it all) All the stars still standing tall Let's go back to the '80s, back to the '80s...

I smoked Consulates and Park Drive, Drank Nookie Brown, learned how to skive Polo mints to hide my breath from my Mum. Did a little weed 'cause it felt like fun, Did a little speed if my friend had some. Nicked Volkswagon badges, I'm a Beastie Boys son, Me so horny, me so young, and I still get my washing done. Auntie Jo died of cancer, God didn't have an answer, Rhythm was a dancer, any room for a chancer, That's me in the corner, thanks Sir. Wore a Troop track suit, British Knights shoes, Kangol hat like L.L. Cools, Before I was having it, having it large, They nicked the B.M.X. from out my garage. And I knew it was Tier from off the estate, 'Cause every time he see me he smiled like we were mates, Then on in, I'd have to walk to me Nan's and I'll dream my dreams for a sea of prams. Like a hooligan on the football stands and I throw the V's to Leeds and Westham, And then I ran, I ran so far away, Down Scotia Road to a taxi bay. Then I ran again 'cause I couldn't pay, Young Muslim didn't get his fare that day, I apologise today... Things look better when they start, That's how the 80's broke my heart. And who are you calling puff, You like Wham, man, I hate that stuff! And then my Granddad died and left a hole in the family, With lots of women there to nanny me. School was a laugh, they didn't have A.D.D, Thick was the term they used for me. Over and over, repeatedly, over and over... Take my breathe away, pass the bidley bidley bidley bidley bong, Pass it on the left hand side, Right turn, Clyde. That girl in the fourth year got pregnant, She was raised Catholic, brilliant... I cried, she cried, we cried, Her youth died. Drank cider in the cemetery, The year above us had discovered 'E'. And I said it weren't for me, Twelve pounds fifty, I could rob my mum's purse and buy one off Chalky. Met a girl on Monday, drank fizzy pop on Tuesday, Fingered her on Wednesday, and on Thursday and Friday, and on Saturday. Dumped by Sunday. Things look better when they start, That's how the 80's broke my heart. The wonder years I've played my part, That's how the 80's broke my heart. Like I said, I lost my virginity to a girl called Anne-Marie. Well, she said she fancied me, And then she said "Fuck me" and I thought fuck me, And I'm all talk and it'll be over too quickly. And it was but I couldn't care less, I'd seen a girl's part, made a mess on her dress, Oh yes, you're now rocking with the best, Second person in my year that had seen a breast. I'm in my 30s now and I'm still impressed, Why the Falklands Mum, and what have they done. Where do girls come from, where do girls come from, where do girls come from? It's the 80's what you looking at, you mong? So young, so long, so young, so long... Too short, so long. What you looking at, you mong? Too short, so long, too short, so long, So long...

Out of the quiet Out of the sunrise I hear the birdsong Give way to sirens I hear the voices Give way to silence It looks like fire But it's just sunshine Waters are rising Forests are burning Hearts always hurt more While they are learning Saying goodbye to The ones they have come from Saying goodbye to The ones they have run from Out of the sirens Might come the birdsong Out of the silence Might come the love song After the love song Might come the sunrise After the sunrise Might come the silence...

My eyes are bi-focal My hands are sub-jointed I live in the future In my pre-war apartment And I count all my blessings I have friends in high places And I'm upgraded daily All my wires without traces Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine I collect my moments Into a correspondence With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspectives And who lacks my organics And who covets my defects And I'm downloaded daily I am part of a composite Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine Everything's provided Consummate consumer Part of worldly taking Apart from worldly troubles Living in your pre-war apartment Soon to be your post-war apartment And you live in the future And the future It's here It's bright It's now