Lyrics:

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 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 too late
To 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
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 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 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

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