Oh I wish I was
a punk rocker with
flowers in my hair
In 'seventy-seven
and 'sixty-nine
revolution was
in the air
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
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
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 'seventy-seven
and 'sixty-nine
revolution was
in the air
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
When pop stars still
remained a myth
And ignorance could
still be bliss
And 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
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 'seventy-seven
and 'sixty-nine
revolution was
in the air
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
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
Kids were wearing
hand me downs
And playing games
meant kick arounds
And footballers still
had long hair and dirt
across their face
Oh I wish I was
a punk rocker with
flowers in my hair
In 'seventy-seven
and 'sixty-nine
revolution was
in the air
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
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