Show me them now
Those wild little boys
The ones that spelled trouble
And stole all their toys
Young boys with contempt
Dreams and schemes in their eyes
Strong, rich in spirit
With milk stains on their ties
A little while later
The first ones to smoke
Oh, I just stood there in awe
Laughing loud at their jokes
Tinny transistors Honk Kong made
And this week

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