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
The media couldn't buy your soul
When 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 reamined a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen
She turned a whiter shade of pale
My mum and dad were in their teens
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
Playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair
With 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
Eu Queria Ser um Punk Rocker (Com Flores no Meu Cabelo)
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais
Num mundo que não se importa
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Quando o chefe de estado não tocava guitarra
Nem todo mundo tinha carro
Quando a música realmente importava
E quando o rádio era o rei
Quando contadores não tinham controle
A mídia não podia comprar sua alma
Quando computadores ainda eram assustadores
E a gente não sabia de tudo
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais
Num mundo que não se importa
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Quando as estrelas pop ainda eram um mito
E a ignorância ainda podia ser uma benção
E quando Deus salvou a rainha
Ela ficou de um tom mais claro de pálido
Meus pais eram adolescentes
A anarquia ainda era um sonho
E a única forma de se manter em contato
Era uma carta pelo correio
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais
Num mundo que não se importa
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Quando as lojas de discos ainda estavam no auge
E vinil era tudo que eles tinham
E a super estrada da informação
Ainda flutuava no espaço
As crianças usavam roupas de segunda mão
Brincar significava chutar a bola
E os jogadores de futebol ainda tinham cabelo comprido
Com sujeira no rosto
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Em 77 e 69, a revolução estava no ar
Eu nasci tarde demais
Num mundo que não se importa
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo
Eu nasci tarde demais
Num mundo que não se importa
Oh, eu queria ser um punk rocker com flores no meu cabelo