* 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 



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When popstars still remained a myth 

And ignorance could still be bliss 

And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale 

When my mom and dad were in their teen 

and anarchy was still a dream 

and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail 



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When record shops were on top 

and vinyl was all that they stocked 

and the super ********* was still drifting out in space 

kids were wearing hand me 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 to a world that doesn?t care 

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair