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Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairIn '77 and '69, revolution was in the airI was born too late to a world that doesn't careOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairWhen the head of state didn't play guitarNot everybody drove a carWhen music really mattered and when radio was kingWhen accountants didn't have controlAnd the media couldn't buy your soulAnd computers were still scary and we didn't know everythingOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairIn '77 and '69, revolution was in the airI was born too late to a world that doesn't careOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairWhen pop stars still remained a mythAnd ignorance could still be blissAnd when God Save the Queen she turned a whiter shade ofpaleWhen my mom and dad were in their teensAnd anarchy was still a dreamAnd the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mailOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairSongtexteIn '77 and '69, revolution was in the airI was born too late to a world that doesn't careOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairWhen record shops were on topAnd vinyl was all that they stockedAnd the super info-highway was still drifting out in spaceKids were wearing hand-me-downsAnd playing games meant kick aroundsAnd footballers who had long hair and dirt across their faceOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairIn '77 and '69, revolution was in the airI was born too late to a world that doesn't careOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hairI was born too late to a world that doesn't careOh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair Aus Songtexte Mania