At eight it always started At nine there was some brown The beauty and the smarted Always put you down The Starman played his Green Day A beard man smoked cigars ‘Cos back then it was our way With drums and some guitars As time float by round fourtee-n Some brown went down again We almost made it through thee But as we would – they said when They always made it until 16:55 No longer happy – only asking us why Sitting on Fridays with their jackets on Holding us back though we wanted to go on They always made it until 16:55 No longer happy – only asking us why Always made it at the same time Always made it at the same time Always made it at the same time …at 16:55
