| May I be allowed to voice dissent
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| Over the Sixties, and what they meant
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| Cos I’ve been listening for twenty years
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| The anecdotes ring in my ears
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| From people who were over the age of consent
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| Now I don’t recall too much long hair
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| At least not around where we used to stay
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| The only guy we thought was okay
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| Who wore his hair the Beatles way
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| Was a Belfast boy that Man United play
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| Mother’s Pride on the table, Batman on TV
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| A Man in a Suitcase, and Daktari and Skippy
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| Jimmy Clitheroe, Colin Stein, and Lulu selling tea
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| Going to school in the dark, in the winter
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| The view from beneath my balaclava
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| The world from four feet off the floor
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| Must have had its limitations
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| Without my adult complications
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| But I can only report what I saw
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| And I saw…
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| Lucky bags, Bazooka Joes, animal tracks on my shoes
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| I was sooking milk through a straw
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| In the middle of the morning
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| Saturday morning pictures, and fireworks getting thrown
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| Football songs in the shelter in the playground
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| St Cuthbert’s horses pulling the carts of the milkmen
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| You know, it’s funny, but
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| I don’t recall too much long hair |