Robyn Hitchcock - 1974 lyrics

You have two coffees One of them is one coffee too many for you On a health kick Trying to lead a middle-aged life Well, it's either that or drop dead Wait 'til you get older than this And then turn around and tell me I was young for my age Yeah And it feels like 1974 Waiting for the waves to come and crash on the shore But you're far in land You're in funky denim wonderland You and David Crosby and a bloke with no hand You've got hair in places Most people haven't got brains Ooh But it feels like 1974 Syd Barrett's last session, he can't sing anymore He's gonna have to be Roger now for the rest of his life Oh Enough about me, let's talk about you You were working at the Earth Exchange at half twenty-two 'Rebel Rebel' was your favorite song On the Archway Road Where it all belongs All those molecules of time That you thought you'd shed forever All those inches of time That you thought you could just say bye-bye And as Nixon left the White House You could hear people say "They'll never rehabilitate that mother No way." Yep Whirry-whirry goes the helicopter out of my way I've got president to dump in the void Ooh Python's last series and The Guardian said "The stench of rotting minds" But what else could you smell back then? You didn't have to inhale too hard You could smell the heads festering in the backyard There's a baby in a basket and it's taken your name And one day it'll grow up and say "Who are you Eh?" And you say that's where it ended But I say no no no, it just faded away August was grey It feels like 1974 Ghastly mellow saxophones all over the floor Feels like 1974 You could vote for Labour, but you can't anymore Feels like 1974 Digging Led Zeppelin in Grimsby Oh Christ