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, into a world that doesnt care

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 couldnt buy your soul
Computers were still scary and we didnt know everything

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

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 around
Footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face