We're looking at old photographs
What were those clothes we're wearing?
We should have got our money back
But styles just keep returning
It's Saturday on the street of kings
Those in the know would gather
Fashion plates, different renderings
Every stitch designer
Look how we would celebrate
With our new found style
People stared at our strange parade
Did they want to be us for a while?
So remember while we still remember
We all have our moment in the sun
The soundtrack of our modern lives
Came from the motor city
Blue beat rhythms made us dance
Our tastes sophisticated
How we changed the landscape
Our attitude elite
Would put ourselves in danger
From a steel-toed bikers boot
So remember while we still remember
We all have our moment in the sun
Times were a-changin' someone said
Everyone chose their group
Those guys are this and those guys that
What we were was something new
So remember while we still remember
We all have our moment in the sun
So remember while we still remember
We all have our moment in the sun
