Lyrics:

Dear Robin
Hope you don't mind me writing, it's just there's more than one thing I need to ask you
Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes
You're so anti-fashion, so wear flares, instead of dressing down all the same

It's just that looking like that I can express my dissat
Dear Robin let me explain, though you'd never see in a million years
Keep quoting Cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J.G. Ballard, Duchamp, Beauvoir, Kerouac, Kierkegaard, Michael Rennie
And I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra

Dear Robin
You're always so happy, how the hell?
You're like a dumb dumb patriot
Yes, yes, yes, yes
You're supposed to be so angry, why not fight?
Let me benefit from your right

Don't you know the only way to change things is to shoot men who arrange things?
Dear Robin I'd try and explain but you'd never see in a million years
Well, you've made your rules, but we don't know that game, Robin, I'd listen to your records but your logic's far too lame
And I'd only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincerity

You see Robin, I've been searching for the young soul rebels
I've been searching everywhere
And I can't find them anywhere
Where have you hidden them?
Maybe
Maybe you should
Maybe you should welcome the new soul vision
Welcome the new soul vision
Welcome the new soul vision
Welcome the new soul vision

Don't you know the only way to change things is to shoot men who arrange things?
Dear Robin I'd try and explain but you'd never see in a million years