Technicolor girls
Are always on the phone
Talking about their homes
And their 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
And then everyone would know
But the letter jacket wasn't yours to own
And it proves to be on the temporary loan
And as they all grow older, the truth will be understood
Because we never turn out the way we thought we would