At the playground, warm and scratched Smoking what you said you didn't have Imagine phoning Sandy from the slide "Is that Sandy? Sandy, hi", oh, oh Should I dye my hair? Are you high yet? A spare tyre cover blazin' in the sand Run ahead to the smashed phone booth Lean past where the glass was and wave back to you Then past the pool, past the pool "Forget her, man", "Oh, forget who?" And the guys, they all clap when they talk Ain't that weird morale? And the car tyre rubber blooming 'round your legs