A Trans-Am blasting synthesized music,
When we chose life, relaxed and didn’t do it,
When we padded our shoulders until it was odd ,
And the higher the hair the closer to God.
Neon colors and Chams De Baron,
Parachute pants and Duran Duran,
By the 90s we decided that was all wack,
‘Til some stupid designer brought all of it back.
Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth 