All my friends have grown up
It happened over night
The age of being young and stupid has just taken flight
Instead of comics and toys
They all have savings plans
Don’t ask me how it happened, I’m not one who understands
Talk is of home owning
And various mortgage rates
No more pointless buying stuff or slouching round with mates
And some are having babies
It all seems just surreal
I remember when the height of class was to buy a happy meal
And choosing schools and doctors
And which flats on which streets
What happened to when the biggest choice was picking bags of sweets
Does this mean I have to join them
Be mature or at least act so
My furry slippers and Dr Who pajamas tell me no
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