I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In My Hair)

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 to 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 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 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When popstars still remained a myth

And ignorance could still be bliss

And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale

When my mom and dad were in their teen

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 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops was still 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 77 and 69 revolution was in the air

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair