When my mom and dad were in their teens
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
And the super info-highway was still drifting out in space
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
And footballers who had long hair and dirt across their face
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
Oh, 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
And ignorance could still be bliss
When accountants didn't have control
And when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
And anarchy was still a dream
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
When pop stars still remained a myth
Kids were wearing hand-me-downs
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
When music really mattered and when radio was king
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And playing games meant kick arounds
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were on top
And the media couldn't buy your soul
Not everybody drove a car
In '77 and '69, revolution was in the air
