Everywhere ten-centimeter plateaus, gaming console
Everything rave, Kurt Cobain just dead
Press 'Start, take' place in the convertible
And heat up the Super Mario Land, yeah
I do not like meeting the neighbor boy anymore
Because his Ken wants my Barbie to the laundry
Soon I will send him confessions of love per pager
Vatican, White House, the whole world is dancing Macarena
And yes, I would turn the hand immediately
May I experience this time again
It is absurd how fast the world turns
But nobody can take our time anymore
And all 90s kids
Scream with:
What a nice time
What a happy time [x2]
Everywhere is waxed and hairdressed, painted and toupiert
The ozone layer has surrendered
And has between belly frees and brand jeans
Still at least an ass-horny place, yeah
Not eight, but on the street
I'll get rich with homemade lemonade
Otherwise had nothing to do and too much time
So we licked water ice until brain icing
What could cloud our mood at the time
What could not be clarified with a mixed bag?
It's absurd how fast the world turns
But no one can take us that time anymore. '
And all 90s kids
Scream with:
What a nice time
What a happy time [x2]
And always, when the DJ plays Tupac again
Whenever it smells of Hubba Bubba
Then celebrate all 90s kids, 90s kids
Where are my 90s kids, 90s kids?
And all 90s kids
Scream with:
What a nice time
What a happy time [x4]