[spoken]
[NARRATOR]
There's a few bob in your pocket
And you've got good friends
And it seems that summer's never coming to an end
Young, free, and innocent
You haven't got a care
Well, apart from deciding on the clothes you're gonna wear
The street's turned into paradise
The radio's singing dreams
You're innocent, immortal, you're just fifteen

And who dare tell the lambs in spring
What fate the later seasons bring?
Who'd tell the girl in the middle of the pair
The price she'll pay for just being there?
But leave 'em alone!
Let 'em go and play
They care not for what's at the end of the day
For what is to come, for what might've been
Life has no ending when you're sweet sixteen

And your friends are with ya to talk away the night
Or until Mrs Wong switches off the chippy light
Then there's always the corner and the streetlamp's glare
And another hour to spend with your friends, with her
To share your last cigarette and your secret dream
At the midnight hour, at seventeen

It's just another ferry boat, a trip to the beach
But everything is possible
The world's within your reach
You don't even notice the broken bottles in the sand
The oil in the water
And you can't understand how living could be anything other than a dream
When you're young, free, and innocent
And just eighteen

And only if the three of them
Could stay like that forever
And only if we could predict no changes in the weather
And only if we didn't live in life as well as dreams
And only if we could stop and be forever just eighteen