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 into 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 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 into a world that doesn't care Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When pop stars 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 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 '77 and '69, revolution was in the air I was born too late into 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 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 into a world that doesn't care Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair I was born too late into a world that doesn't care Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair