Kick! The spirit kicks But the moonshine plays cheap tricks Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town Scaring the oldies into their dressing gowns As the dribbling dogs howl What's so wrong with just a little fun? We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues When we pucker up our lips are bee-stung We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues We got gusto, we are headstrong We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues Fill our bellies and we fill our lungs We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues Darling the spirit is kicking Don't be fooled by the moonshine, it's tricking Frock spill like alcho-pop around girls' knees Trousers and blouses make excellent sheets, down dimly lit streets Why should we feel bad for what we've done? We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues Love the smash and grab of our goings on We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues (End)