| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| When the head of state didn’t play guitar
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| Not everybody drove a car
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| When music really mattered and when radio was king
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| When accountants didn’t have control
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| And the media couldn’t buy your soul
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| When computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| When popstars still remained a myth
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| And ignorance could still be bliss
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| And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
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| My mum and dad were in their teens
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| And anarchy was still a dream
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| And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| When record shops were still on top
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| And vinyl was all that they stocked
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| And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
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| Kids were wearing hand me downs
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| And playing games meant kick arounds
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| And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
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| I was born too late, into a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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| I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
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| Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair |