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, into a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
When head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car,
When music really mattered and when 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,
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, into a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
When popstars still remained a myth, and ignorance could still be bliss,
And god save the queen, she turned a whiter shade of pale,
My mum and dad were in their teens and anarchy was still a dream,
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail,
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, into a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair,
When record shops were still on top, and vinyl was all that they stocked,
And the super-info highway was still drifting out in space,
Kids were wearing hand me downs, and playing games meant kick around,
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face,
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, into a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care,
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
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