Rococo

Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids

Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids

They will eat right out of your hand

Using great big words that they don't understand

They're singin'

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

They build it up just to burn it back down

They build it up just to burn it back down

The wind is blowin' all the ashes around

Oh, my, dear God, what is that horrible song?

They're singin'

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

Rococo

Rococo

They seem wild but they are so tame

They seem, they seem wild by they are so tame

They're movin' towards you with their colors all the same

They want to own you but they don't know what game they're playin'

Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo

Rococo

Rococo

Rococo

Rococo

Rococo

Rococo

Rococo

Rococo