Young Keith was caught on camera in the High School female loo,

he'd painted both his bollocks, one was crimson, one dark blue,

some barber pole-ish stripes along his frequent-fondled tool,

and tattooed on his thigh a Pirate flag said "Down With School!"

As Paula pierced her polar region everybody clapped,

they saw it clearly on the net, her pubes had all been zapped,

a safety pin inserted, smiling at the cam with glee,

and never realizing she was part of history.

Some bogan bird called Bridgette was a big hit at the prom,

a queue had formed to try her lips, reputedly: the bomb,

she loved the new attention, though she'd thought they were alone,

but everyone had seen the movie caught on mobile phone.

Then Tricky Trevor, such a tosser, tried to be a bird,

and jumped from number forty-two without a single word,

his teacher left the same day and we heard from her no more,

cause she's the one who told the boy to spread his wings and soar.

A bunch of us were bathing in the Bay that Friday night,

narrating tales of wannabe around the campfire's light,

nobody even noticed Kathy Corbette slip away,

and no-one missed her till the cops came visiting next day.

I pulled some pallid pictures from a box the other week,

there's me and Joe, and Sally-Anne, and Con the High School geek;

I wondered were they still alive, and how their years had been,

and wished that I was back in time - a happy, crazy teen.

Nostalgia does some funny things, my mind was playing tricks,

it seemed to draw me down into the box amongst my pics,

I ached to join my friends, to resurrect that fallen gang,

I felt the steel inside my mouth - but never heard the bang.