[chorus:] Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In '77 and '69 revolution was in the I was born too late into a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar Not everybody 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 we didn't know everything
When pop stars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale My mom and dad were in teens And anarchy was still a dream the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
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When record shops were still on top And vinyl was 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 arounds And footballers had long hair and dirt across their face
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I was born too into a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair