Theres no maniacs on the floor, no skaters thrashin pools Theres no cassettes in corvettes, no lipstick red on cigarettes No one wants to be seventeen years of age Theres no extra terrestrials from outer space So take me back to 1984 I can not stand the future anymore The sun was hot, the air was cool The kids were skipping out of school And there was hope inside of Dreams, like hover boards and time machines Kalax take me home to the paradise city The mannequin girls are weird but so pretty The world was young the world was dumb the world was totally radical I wanna go back Where Its alright, were alright, were all summer kids