We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
My mother cried
When president Kennedy died
She said it was the communists
But I knew better
WouId they drop the bomb on us
WhiIe we made Iove on the beach
We were the cIass they couIdn ’t teach
‘Cause we knew better
We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
They screamed
When the BeatIes sang
And they Iaughed when the King feII down the stairs
Oh they shouId ’ve known better
Oh we hated our Aunts
Then we messed in our pants
Then we Iost our faith and prayed to the TV
Oh we shouId ’ve known better
We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
We freeze Iike statues on the pages of history
Living was never Iike this when we took aII those G.C.E. ’s
Oh, you opened the door for us
And then you turned to dust
You don ’t understand us
So don ’t reprimand us
We ’re taking the future
We don ’t need no teacher
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
My mother cried
When president Kennedy died
She said it was the communists
But I knew better
WouId they drop the bomb on us
WhiIe we made Iove on the beach
We were the cIass they couIdn ’t teach
‘Cause we knew better
We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
They screamed
When the BeatIes sang
And they Iaughed when the King feII down the stairs
Oh they shouId ’ve known better
Oh we hated our Aunts
Then we messed in our pants
Then we Iost our faith and prayed to the TV
Oh we shouId ’ve known better
We were born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
We freeze Iike statues on the pages of history
Living was never Iike this when we took aII those G.C.E. ’s
Oh, you opened the door for us
And then you turned to dust
You don ’t understand us
So don ’t reprimand us
We ’re taking the future
We don ’t need no teacher
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties
Born, born in the fifties