Let's go downtown and watch the modern kids Let's go downtown and talk to the modern kids They will eat, right out of your hand Using great big words that they don't understand They're singing Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo They build it up just to burn it back down They build it up just to burn it back down The wind is blowing all the ashes around Oh my dear god, what is that horrible song? They're singing Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo They seem wild, but they are so tame They seem wild, but they are so tame They're moving towards you, with their colours all the same They want to own you, but they don't know the game they're playing Rococo, rococo, rococo, rococo