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Chorus 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 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 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 Chorus 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 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 Chorus When record shops were 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 Chorus 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