Mm in the summer of '59. Dandelions shine up through the pavement. Better pushers in the bushes. Waspy binges sixteen inches round her waist. And it's all in the name of good taste. In the summer of '59. Dandelions shine up through the pavement. Fluorescent socks and fishnet stockings. Dirty combs from ideal homes and girls are chaste. And it's all in the name of good taste. Good taste nobody knew what we knew then. Good taste look at the boys turn into men. Good taste nobody knew what we knew then. Look at the girls turn into women. Uh ooh uh ooh uh. Look at the girls turn into women. Uh ooh uh ooh uh. Some of the girls turned into women. Ooh. In the summer of '59. Dandelions shine up through the pavement. Council houses drainpipe trousers. Ciggy packs and long black jackets ties are laced. And it's all in the name of good taste. Good taste nobody knew what we knew then. Good taste look at the boys turn into men. Good taste nobody knew what we knew then. Look at the girls turn into women. Uh ooh uh ooh uh. Look at the girls turn into women. Uh ooh uh ooh uh. Some of the girls turned into women. Ooh. In the summer of '59