You're pink, you're young, you're middle-class They say it doesn't matter Fifteen blue shirts and womanly hands You're shootin' up the ladder Your mind is racing like a pro now Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you One time, you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god, it was a million years ago Sometimes you get up and bake a cake or something Sometimes you stay in bed Sometimes you go, la, di, da, di, da, di, da, da Until your eyes roll back into your head Your mind is racing like a pro now Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you One time, you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god, it was a million years ago You're dumbstruck, baby You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know You're dumbstruck, baby You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know Your mind is racing like a pro now Oh my god, it doesn't mean a lot to you One time, you were a glowing young ruffian Oh my god, it was a million years ago You're dumbstruck, baby You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know You're dumbstruck, baby You're dumbstruck, baby, now you know You're dumbstruck, baby