Presents (come Of Age)

Let's all go back in my time machine

My window to the world, it's hit and myth

Back to old age, swinging Sixties

Swinging from a tree

When I was a child I thought I was a man

I was right

All I needed was a little bit of experience

All I needed was a window

All I needed was a window to the world

So much for nothing

I've got a window to the world

In my house

Made in the Sixties

Built of concrete, built of glass

Not built by computer

Built by an idiot

Built by an idiot, yeah, yeah

So much for nothing

When I grow up I'm gonna buy myself a great big bomb

I'm gonna buy a bomb big enough, I'm blow up the future

Then everybody can be happy, everybody will be happy

Happy, happy, happy, happy

Happy, happy, happy, happy

So much for nothing