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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 the head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and 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 saved the Queen she turned all white a shade of pale,
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 that 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 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
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
In to a world that doesn't care
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 the head of state didn't play guitar, not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and 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 saved the Queen she turned all white a shade of pale,
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 that 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 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
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
In to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker, with flowers in my hair