Lowest low of all the girls you sang your songs with silver swirls
making it up as you went along - you swam some.
I stick my music in your ears, pull you out of your silver tears
yet the lows you know, you long to go, are still some.
But there's a breeze that can blow out all your fears.
Your folks won't know if you act over your years
so rock 'n' roll your ears!
Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
like a see-saw, up and down.
Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
like a see-saw, up and down.
Yes, scream and shout, just don't stay down.
Kids you know don't know the ropes, they live their lives in naive surprise.
You've heard the songs, you've read the books, you've been there.
Hanging out with the same friends the ones you met at a sorry end.
You shout and scream but they're not so mean. You stay there.
And you won't be going outside again, you say to yourself.
But the music will now let you be yourself.
With your friends you are again
like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
like a see-saw, up and down.
Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
like a see-saw, up and down.
Yes, there's walls around you, blocking out the view.
But the music lifts you up. But will it be enough? No
Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
like a see-saw, up and down.
Like a see-saw, like a yo yo,
like a see-saw, up and down.