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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

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 popstars 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 teen
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 to a world that doesn’t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When record shops were on top
and vinyl was all that they stocked
and the super ********* 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 to a world that doesn’t care
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

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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 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

[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 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 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]
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 around
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face

[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 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 to a world that doesn t care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

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Walter the war hero he s there from opening till time, time, time
There s Mary the housewife who s slumped at the bar drinkin wine, wine, wine

They get Kylie on a wednesday, the Stones on a friday, bob to the Beatles on a saturday night
He s Dylan on a monday and Bowie on a sunday, does Beegees on a thursday as high as a kite

And they call him the human jukebox, he plays second-hand rock n roll
And they call him the human jukebox, yet only he s healing hearts with his soul

Skyvers with fivers shine up their shoes for the show, show, show
and they all sing along to the songs till it s time please to go, go, go

They get Kylie on a wednesday, the Stones on a friday, bob to the Beatles on a saturday night
He s Dylan on a monday and Bowie on a sunday, does Elton on a thursday if you lend him your tights

And they call him the human jukebox, he plays second-hand rock n roll
And they call him the human jukebox, yet only he s healing hearts with his soul

They re karaoke kings for the evening, it s their only real shining time, and if you ever stop believin , and the real world gets you down

Go see the human jukebox, he plays second-hand rock n roll
Yeah they call him the human jukebox, yet only he s healing hearts with his soul

Yeah they call him the human jukebox, he plays second-hand rock n roll
Yeah they call him the human jukebox, yet only he s healing hearts with his soul

[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... yeah (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)
This one of another one of them nasty M-E-F joints, come on, come on
Come on (come on ride in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo)

This lullaby

Where where have you been my love?
Where where can you be?

It s been so long since the moon has gone
And oh what a wreck you made me

Are you there over the ocean?
Are you there up in the sky?...

Where do i go from here

Where do I go
Every direction
Seems to be against the flow
And who will I be
What does it mean to just me

So tired of having to choose
Where I ll be and what I m gonna do

CHORUS
Lost in confusion I feel like I m losing it all
Where do I go from here
With all...

Doctor my eyes

Oooh....

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of tears
Without crying
Now i want to understand...

I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good
Without hiding
You must help me, if you can...

Doctor my eyes...
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise...
To leave them open for so long

Cause...

Asking for it

Everytime that I sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to
I will tear the petals off of you
Rose red, I will make you tell the truth

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

Everytime that I stare...