| Three little birds, sat on my window. | 
| And they told me I don’t need to worry. | 
| Summer came like cinnamon | 
| So sweet, | 
| Little girls double-dutch on the concrete. | 
| Maybe sometimes, we’ve got it wrong, but it’s alright | 
| The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same | 
| Oh, don’t you hesitate. | 
| Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song | 
| You go ahead, let your hair down | 
| Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, | 
| Just go ahead, let your hair down. | 
| You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. | 
| Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely, | 
| Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside, | 
| (just relax, just relax) | 
| Don’t you let those other boys fool you, | 
| Got to love that afro hair do. | 
| Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it’s alright | 
| The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change. | 
| Don’t you think it’s strange? | 
| Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song | 
| You go ahead, let your hair down | 
| Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, | 
| Just go ahead, let your hair down. | 
| You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. | 
| 'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity’s sake | 
| Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger | 
| When you gonna realise, that you don’t even have to try any longer? | 
| Do what you want to. | 
| Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song | 
| You go ahead, let your hair down | 
| Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, | 
| Just go ahead, let your hair down. | 
| Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song | 
| You go ahead, let your hair down | 
| Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams, | 
| Just go ahead, let your hair down. | 
| Oh, you’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow |