Way back when in Kevin’s room, Areosmith belting out the tunes
We would sit and sing along, “And it’s PINK, as the sheets that we lay on,
Cause PINK! It’s my favourite crayon.” We’d sit and wait for the boys
To turn up, someone always brought a ball. So we could play on
The bowling green in the park. Until the guard, bared down upon
Us, and Kev’s Dad drove me home.