The D - Generation's: The Breakfast Tapes (1989-90)
My tie dyed flares are fading, My beanbag’s full of cracks,
All my favourite sea monkeys are floating on their backs.
My Malvern star’s been stolen, My spirograph is busted,
The pole on my totem tennis set in snapped in half and rusted.
TV’s lost the Brady Bunch, I haven’t watched it since.
Deadly Earnest’s disappeared, Now all we’ve got is Hinch.
My Miller shirt is fraying, I’m out of corduroy,
I yearn for the taste of pikelets and the suck of a Sunny Boy.
My brush-o-matic’s missing, My nerf ball’s on the roof,
I’ve lost my coral necklace – you know, with the genuine sharks tooth
I guess my world has crumbled, I’ve got to face the facts,
That my tie dye flares are fading, And my beanbag’s full of cracks.
