There's a line of kids outside this place
That I've never heard of before
And a few of them are trying to save face
As they're getting close to the door

And they're signalling in shirts and denim
Playing up a whole routine
When you're young it's fun, we all wanna come
Be a lookout on the scene

When you get inside there's nowhere to hide
You gotta sink or swim
They might judge you on knowledge or shoe size
The sound is bright the lights are dim

Watch the carousel fashion as we lounge with a passion
No one is sobering
At war with your senses as we all get intensive
Be a lookout on the scene

But they all have been a witness
To things you've only heard about
Bounce from enthusiasm and sickness
They've got it all figured out

There's a line of kids outside this place
They will not be ignored
Yes a few of them look a bit misplaced
I believe I've been them before

There's a turnover, a reckoning
The only constant is change
The lookouts on the scene must be young and thin
Now only the memory remains

And they're signalling in silver and glitter
Playing up a whole routine
When you're young it's fun, we all wanna come
Be a voyeur/lookout/watcher/tourist on the scene

And they're staying up past their curfew
Saying things a bit obscene
When you're young it's fun, we all wanna come
Be a lookout on the scene