In the summer of '59 
Dandelions shine up through the pavement 
Pedal pushers in the bushes 
Waspy binches 16 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
Ooh
Look at the girls turn into women
Ooh
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
Ooh
Look at the girls turn into women
Ooh
Some of the girls turned into women
Ooh

In the summer of '59