Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and radio was king,
When accountants didn’t have control
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything

When popstars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teen and
Anarchy was still a dream and the only way to stay in touch
Was a letter in the mail

When record shops were on top and
vinyl was all that they stocked and the
super ****** was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds and
footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

theres nothing like a true love,
to go and make a fool of someone
just like before,
and right there for a minute
i forgot that you dont love me anymore.

10:23 PM