We're exclamation marks, the approximate yeah!
Shy and tender, we burn like tinder
We were fireflies in the hard breeze, we were 60s in the 80s
Jumpers with holes, playing our roles
A skinny swan vesta with a replica Vespa
We're Friday night feathers in our stripes and leathers

And you, you belong here
And you, you belong here
And you might as well go where you belong

Our obsessions consume us, they often kill us
To be someone must be a wonderful thing
Old mods with bellies and hair like shit
All your heydays deserve better than this

And you, you belong here
And you, you belong here
So you might as well go where you belong

In a time machine, you can fuck off forever
Your heart plays tricks on you
Forgets the shit on your Beatle boots
Edit your life, colour in the grey
Your disappearing acts
The stupid things you say
The mid to late 80s

And you, you belong here
And you, you belong here
But I don't belong here
But I don't belong here

My 4 am. shivers are gone
My punk rock damage is done
I'm here and it's where I belong
Still singing this song

You belong here
And you, you belong here
And you, you belong here
And you, you belong here
Whatever happened to the Camden girls?