[chorus:] Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn't care Oh I I was a punk rocker with flowers 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 accountants didn't have control And media couldn't buy your soul And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
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When pop stars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale My and dad were in their teens And anarchy was still a dream And the only way stay in touch was a letter in the mail
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When record shops were still on top And vinyl was all that they stocked And super info highway was still drifting out in space Kids were wearing hand me downs And 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 that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk with flowers in my hair