I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I also wish I didn't have the first line of this song going over and over in my head. Or at least that I knew more than the first line of the song to sing.
I was born too late, into a world that doesnt care In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air 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 when radio was king When accountants didn't have control And the media couldn't buy your soul Computers were still scary and we didnt know everything
Chorus
When pop stars still remained a myth And ignorance could still be bliss When God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale My mom and dad were in their teens And anarchy was still a dream The only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Chorus
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 Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair Chorus Kids were wearing hand-me-downs And playing games meant kick around Footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Chorus
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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Same song for me:
I was born too late, into a world that doesnt care
In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air
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 when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
Computers were still scary and we didnt know everything
Chorus
When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
When God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
The only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Chorus
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
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
Chorus
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs
And playing games meant kick around
Footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Chorus
I was born too late, into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
ok, now I'm singing it again...but at least now I'm singing more of it.
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