I don't get my kicks no more from cake or lemonade

Bud I can't get served no smokes or drinks

They tell me that I'm underage



At sixteen years old I don't stand a chance

but on Saturday when I get to the dance

It's time-out from life

Got to learn to boogaloo

'Cos I get my kicks from you



Summer's gone school's back I feel so black inside

Rules and regulations are a torture rack

Is there no place for me left to hide?



At sixteen years old things have gone too far

I wanna be a movie rocker soccer star

But when you're around I know you'll treat me good

I get my kicks from you



I dream of you at night

Do you really mean anything at all,

Or am I wasting my time on you?



Those other guys are so much cooler than me

I find it so hard to score

What's it really like to know a girl

My imagination's not enough I gotta know more



At sixteen years old I get frightened at night

Presented with the truth I'm afraid I take flight

But when you're around I know you'll treat me good

I get my kicks from you

I get my kicks from you



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*written by Bob Geldof

*taken from the self-titled debut album "The Boomtown Rats"