1988

Komodor

1988

Almost twenty years ago
The streets were not like this
We would go to buy games
My place was Micro Showy
Lists hung on the glass
Maybe some pictures too
I didn't know much
Would listen to what the elders said

I didn't have a cell phone
Streets were rather empty
My mom would not worry about me
I would be out all alone
The year was 1988
My world was sixteen colors
My dad used to love
To lose on One-on-One

1988 - na na na
1988 - na na na