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

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 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 everythin'

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

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 saved

the queen she turned

a whiter shade of pale

My mum 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

to 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

driftin' out in space

Kids were wearin'

hand-me-downs

and playin' 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

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