1967

In 1967, in 1967

The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five

I think we should have a child soon

In 1967, no pop in our record collection

The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us

I think we should count our blessings in 1967

In 1967, my wife's expecting

A Surrey midwife delivers the child

I'll get a job in Yorkshire

In 1967, no pop in our record collection

No color section in our record collection

Ho

In 1967, no pop in our record collection

Some people have died, some people have gone

Our spring is in a cardboard box

Present time, I'll apologize to the nation

We are bedazzled, we're ordering cocktails

We act like peasants

1999, no pop in out record collection

Record on the radio station

It means nothing to us

I think we should count our blessing since 1967

In 1967

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)

In 1967

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)

In 1967

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)

In 1967

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)