I don't get my kicks no more from cake or lemonade Bud I can't get served no smokes or drinks They tell me that I'm underage At sixteen years old I don't stand a chance but on Saturday when I get to the dance It's time-out from life Got to learn to boogaloo 'Cos I get my kicks from you Summer's gone school's back I feel so black inside Rules and regulations are a torture rack Is there no place for me left to hide? At sixteen years old things have gone too far I wanna be a movie rocker soccer star But when you're around I know you'll treat me good I get my kicks from you I dream of you at night Do you really mean anything at all, Or am I wasting my time on you? Those other guys are so much cooler than me I find it so hard to score What's it really like to know a girl My imagination's not enough I gotta know more At sixteen years old I get frightened at night Presented with the truth I'm afraid I take flight But when you're around I know you'll treat me good I get my kicks from you I get my kicks from you _______________________________________________________ *written by Bob Geldof *taken from the self-titled debut album "The Boomtown Rats"
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