Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do
A boy is just a eleven age
Begin to growing high at a fast rate that they have never done before
They develop curiosity and start to fantasise
About the things that have never thought of doing before
These dreams are no more harmful than
The usual thoughts the boys have of becoming football stars or millionaires
As long as they distinction fantasy and fiction remains
Its just a nature walk
Its just the facts of life
Theres no master plan
Walk me home from school
Ill let you hold my hand
Youre getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
Its just the facts of life

A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl
But not dare to because she may say no
At last someone took have the courage first
And discovered someone else has asked her first and she says yes
Now its time to deal with the fear that have been rejected
Now it gets into life being without hurt
At this point this boy is listening to this song
And is probably saying its easy and said and done and its true
Its just the facts of life
Theres no master plan
Walk me home from school
Ill let you hold my hand
Youre getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
Its just the facts of life

Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do

Small town detain defects from more urban situation
Seem ??? if these few places to go
And the lessons normally gather in a cafe or a arcade
If they have to almost anywhere will do
A family car, a decease ???
A rolling book or a shade
Experimentation, familiarisation
Its all a nature walk
Its just the facts of life
Theres no master plan
Walk me home from school
Ill let you hold my hand
Youre getting ideas
And when you sleep at night
They develop into sweet dreams
Its just the facts of life

Its just the facts of life (Sweet dreams)
Theres no master plan (Ideas)
Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams)
Ill let you hold my hand
Youre getting ideas (Sweet dreams)
And when you sleep at night (Ideas)
They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams)
Its just the facts of life

Its just the facts of life (Sweet dreams)
Theres no master plan (Ideas)
Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams)
Ill let you hold my hand