Surfboards through the turnstilesnSpeedboats on the baynAll around the seagulls screamnChildren out to playnThe ferry sits like a holidaynAs the harbours heaves and sweatsnLike the faded jeans and tubetopsnOn the manly nymphetsnOn the beach I'm called aparralnIn the west I'm a fast young foolnIn the church I'm irresponsiblenIn the clubs I'm called uncoolnWell youth is my advantagenAnonymity my rewardnWhile the world's being measurednFor a uniformnIt's my luxury to be ignorednMisfit, baby misfitnI roll it round my mindnThey tear apart this teenage heartnTo see what they might findnMisfit, baby misfitnI roll it round my mindnLast long weekend we were hoonin' aroundnHad a party round at Monica's placenShe played Mozart with my feelingsnAnd havoc with my facenAnd the working woman in the house next doornRang the police around tennShe'd give twenty years off the end of her lifenJust to be sixteen again