Lippy kids on the corner again…
Lippy kids on the corner begin settling like crows.
Though I never perfected that simian stroll…
But the cigarette senate was everything then.
Do they know those days are golden?
Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys!

One long June I came down from the trees,
And curbstone cool you were a freshly
painted angel walking on walls
stealing booze and hour-long hungry kisses.
Nobody knew me at home anymore.
Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys!

Lippy kids on the corner again…
Lippy kids on the corner begin settling like crows.
And I never effected that simian stroll, no.
Do they know those days are golden?
Build a rocket boys!
Build a rocket boys!