Lyrics:

Transcribed by Mark Dorset [sample:] A lemonade. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. [Backing throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da... Pass me the suitcase, baby. I know it's not that easy and give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories, and oh, oh, how many years is it now Maurice? Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. And, ooh, oh the clown's no good. And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach, I think I lose all these things still, meaning I'm not holy and, oh, oh, your honey-dish, oh, it's on my list. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. And, ooh, oh the clown's no good. Wish my heart's wish climbing out your window for your savage amusement. You put a spell over me, well, smells like lemon flavour. ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da... Tuesday, if I had you back again you know I'm against the future. Wednesday, I was a little girl (I was the little girl who'd like to snog your face.) and ooh, oh, how many years is it now Maurice? Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. And, ooh, oh the clown's no good. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. Oo-oo-ooh, young heart. And, ooh, oh the clown