When the 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 to 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 when God Save the Qu
een she turned a whiter shade of pale, When my mom 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 to a world th
at 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 arounds, And footballers who ha
d 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 to a world that doesn't care, Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. I was born too late to a world that doesn't care, Oh I wis
h I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

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