Lyrics: A. Smith
Music: G. Frost, A. Smith
I remember when we were young
We were 16, but not for long
The Delphi coffee lounge was all innocent fun
Drinking cappuccino but dreaming of rum
Now it seems there’s not a solitary thing to do,
Now it seems there’s not a solitary thing to do,
Now it seems there’s not a solitary thing to do
Well you turn 21 and they give you a key
And there you stand educated and free
I can’t understand what this whole thing’s for
It’s the wrong damn key, to the wrong damn door
Chorus
Over 21 there’s no more fun, we’ve got to work it out by rule of thumb
If we stopped doing what we’ve always done
This whole stupid thing would come undone
I wasn’t born for a desk and a mortgage
The only thing that I know for sure is
Just give me one more clue to the right key
Lover I’ll spirit you away with me
Chorus
