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