[chorus:] Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In '77 and revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn't care Oh wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
the head of state didn't play guitar Not everybody drove a car When music really mattered and when radio was king When accountants have control And the 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 could still be bliss And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade pale My mom and dad were in their 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 all that they stocked And the super info highway was 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 late a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair