Boomers on their boulevards
Spitting at the sky
Thought they'd get to go there
Like Armstrong in '69

Now it's falling in
Its jealousy screaming
Acid rain, acid took you out
School kids put your LSD where your mouth is

Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?

And the chillers in their villas in Hollywood are waking up
Throwing stones at each other's windows
Why worry about the weather or nuclear weapons
When they can eat for free on a black card at Nando's

Play nice! Suck it up, you could be sitting eating chicken wings
With your heroes
Chillers in the villas go up your spine
They're using it as the industry's backbone

Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?
Hey! Love, how love, could you do this to me?