Electronic drums and synthesizers
Angular haircuts and black eyeliner
We'll start a new wave band
And then I'll make you mine
You'll play the keyboards
And everything will be alright
We'll show the socies
We'll show the jocks
We'll show the heshers
We can't be stopped
C'mon, Vivian
Put your glasses on
Yeah, you're going away to med school
And I'm going out of my mind
Flock of seagulls
Really busted out
Hazy fantazy
Made all of the kids shout
We got a microphone and it's made out of plastic
We've got a show tonight, it's gonna be classic
We'll take on the world and MTV
We'll rock the math club christmas party
C'mon, Vivian
Put your glasses on
Yeah, you're going away to med school
And I'm going out of my mind
Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on . . .
C'mon!
Vivian
Put your glasses on
Yeah, you're going away to med school
And I'm going out of my mind
C'mon, Vivian
Put your glasses on
Yeah, you're going away to med school
And I'm going out of my mind
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