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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 to lead and 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 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
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 to lead and 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 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
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 to lead and to 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 arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
I was born to lead to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
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Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
77 eta 69an iraultza zenbiltza airean
Axolarik gabeko mundu huntan berantegi sortu naiz
Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
Buruek gitara jokatzen ez zutenean
Jende orok autorik ez zutenean
Musika garantsitsua eta irratia erregina zirenean
Kutxazainak, nagusiak ez zirenean
Eta komunikabideak zure arima eros ezukenean
Eta dena jakin gabe, ordinagailuetaz izitzen girenean,
Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
77 eta 69an iraultza zenbiltza airean
Axolarik gabeko mundu huntan berantegi sortu naiz
Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
Popstarak, famatuak oraindik zirenean
Jakingabea zoriona zitakenean
Jinkoak xalbaturik erregina bera xuritzen zenean
Aita eta ama haurrak oraindik zirenean
Anarkia orduko ametsa zenean
Harremanetan egoiteko ahalmen bakarra, eskutitza izkiriatzea zenean
Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
77 eta 69an iraultza zenbiltza airean
Axolarik gabeko mundu huntan berantegi sortu naiz
Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
Diskariek arrakasta zutenean
Saltzen zuten gauza bakarra vinyla zenean
Berrien autopista espaziorat joaten zenean
Haurrek jantzi zaharrak zutenean
Jolastu, kanpoan izan erran nahi zuenean
Jokolariek ile luze eta aurpegi zikin zutenean
Axolarik gabeko mundu huntan berantegi sortu naiz
Oh, maite izanen nuen punk rocker izan, ileak lorez apaindurik
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