| Verse 1: |
| I had no cares in the 1990's |
| I knew of no downfalls |
| Though war was breaking out all around me My concerns were with prank calls |
| She kissed me on the cheek, she kissed me on the cheek |
| Right in front of the older kids |
| When our self belief, our self belief |
| Wasn’t scarred by the modern itch |
| 'Cause now it feels like |
| Chorus 1: |
| Because with on eye on our TV sets |
| And the more I give the less I get |
| And with fairground rides, just to spark a smile |
| There’s little here to miss, |
| Bring back 1996, bring back 1996 |
| I want to beat those teenage kicks |
| Bring back 1996 |
| Verse 2: |
| We were cloning sheep in the 1990's |
| We were building telescopes |
| And sugar filled the whole of my body |
| As I urged it on to grow |
| I kissed her on the cheek, I kissed her on the cheek |
| Just to impress the older kids |
| But my self belief, my self belief |
| Wasn’t lost in the modern glitch |
| 'Cause now it feels like |
| Chorus 2: |
| Because with on eye on our TV sets |
| And the more I give the less I get |
| And with fairground rides, just to spark a smile |
| There’s little here to miss, |
| Bring back 1996, bring back 1996 |
| Bridge: |
| Stop talking, you won’t stop talking |
| (Ah, ah, ah, ah) |
| I need a lover not a friend tonight |
| I’m leaving, I’m leaving |
| (Ah, ah, ah, ah) |
| I’m not cut out for the modern life |
| (Guitar solo) |
| Outro: |
| I’ll never beat those teenage kicks x 3 |
| Bring back 1996 |