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oh i wish i was punkrocker with flowers in my hair,
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air,
I was born to late in a world that doesent care,
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
when the head of states didnt play guitar not everybody drove a car,
when music really mattered ,
and radio was king,
when accountstants didnt have control,
and the media couldent buy youre soul,
when computers still scary, and we didnt know every thing
oh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air
I was born to late , in a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker 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 shad of pale,
my mom and dad were in their teens,
and anorcy was still a dream,
and the only way to stay in touch,
was a letter in the mail,
oh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air
I was born to late into a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
when record shops still on top,
and all that they stocked,
and the super info high way,
was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds, when footballers still had long hair,
and dirt a cross there face
oh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air
I was born to late into a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
I was born to late into a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air,
I was born to late in a world that doesent care,
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
when the head of states didnt play guitar not everybody drove a car,
when music really mattered ,
and radio was king,
when accountstants didnt have control,
and the media couldent buy youre soul,
when computers still scary, and we didnt know every thing
oh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air
I was born to late , in a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker 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 shad of pale,
my mom and dad were in their teens,
and anorcy was still a dream,
and the only way to stay in touch,
was a letter in the mail,
oh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air
I was born to late into a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
when record shops still on top,
and all that they stocked,
and the super info high way,
was still drifting out in space
kids were wearing hand me downs,
and playing games meant kick arounds, when footballers still had long hair,
and dirt a cross there face
oh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
in 77 and 69 revotoution was in the air
I was born to late into a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
I was born to late into a world that doesent care
ohh I wish I was a punkrocker with flowers in my hair
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