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