Sexting in the 80s Lyrics

I passed her at the park at quarter to three

She'd been waiting for a date but she'd go home with me

I said it wasn't on cause at 6 I had me tea

Me mammy would kill me - it wasn't meant to be

She kept passing notes to my desk inside the school

Asked me if I'd draw her a picture of me tool

I said I couldn't draw, it would make me look a fool

Her next note had a smiling face with just one word "cool"

That's how we did our sexting in the 80s

It took us fuckin ages in the 80s

There were stones hitting my window at a quarter after eight

With a boom box above her playing something that I hate

Love is a Battlefield by Pat Benetaar

If I knew how to drive, I would have hit her with dad's car

That's how we did our sexting in the 80s

It was coola fuckin boola in the 80s

The very next day she gave me a drawing of her twat

There was only one thing happening after that

I took her by the hand to the back of the bike shed

Now 30 years later we're still very happily wed

That's how we did our sexting in the 80s

It took us fuckin ages in the 80s

That's how we did our sexting in the 80s

Going viral meant much worse in the 80s