[chorus:] Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers 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 in my hair
When the of state didn't play guitar Not everybody drove a car When music really mattered and when radio was king When didn't have control And the media couldn't buy your soul And computers were still scary and we didn't know
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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 dad were in their teens And anarchy was still a dream And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in mail
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When record shops were still top And vinyl was all that they stocked And the super info highway was still drifting out in space Kids were wearing hand downs And playing games meant kick arounds And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
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I was born too late into a world doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair