Lyrics:

(FerryMackay) You might remember How it used to be 3 and 9 could show you Any fantasy Parti-coloured pictures Now and then 3D No cheap nostalgia Conjured up by me Back to the old days Close to home Show me some new ways I'll carry on Whether making out or played out Three and nine make twelve I've a dozen reasons Lying on the shelf B feature back rows Filed away No point pretending Change is here to stay 3 and 9 to 45 Decimal romance If you've warmed to centigrade You stand a sporting chance I'm not so special You're a misfit too Why must they interfere In everything we do' Should we play safe now Or go all the way' Six and two threes now More I cannot say