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