Eighteen Is Over The Hill-The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

　　Antique white lace,

　　A plastic face,

　　A tinfoil place,

　　An empty space,

　　You’re so hung-up on yourself

　　And nothing else.

　　I like too much the rain,

　　The power of my brain,

　　The sunshine

　　And the open road,

　　Ahead of me.

　　Laughing because,

　　It’s right to laugh,

　　Dress up at night,

　　In the right dress.

　　You can’t change me

　　Into something

　　That I’m not.

　　I like too much the rain,

　　The power of my brain,

　　The sunshine

　　And the open road,

　　Ahead of me.

　　I’ll hear your line,

　　Some other time,

　　When miming

　　Performance rhyme.

　　The way you feel,

　　It is so phoney

　　And unreal.

　　I like too much the rain,

　　The power of my brain,

　　The sunshine

　　And the open road,

　　Ahead of me.

　　I like too much the rain,

　　The power of my brain,

　　The sunshine

　　And the open road,

　　Ahead of me.