Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (A)flo wers in (E)my hair.

In (E)se ven ty se ven and six ty nine, re vo (B)lu tion was in the air.

I was (E)born too (B)late, in to a (C#m)world that does n’t care.

Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (B)flo wers in my (E)hair.

When the (E)head of state still did n’t play gui tar, not (A)ev ’ry bo dy drove a car, when when (B)mu sic real ly mat high tered and was when (A)ra di o shade was (E)king; when ac count ants and did n’t have con trol and the (A)me di a could n’t buy still your soul and com (B)pu ters were still sca ry and we a (A)did n’t know ev ’ry (E)thing.

face.

Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (A)flo wers in my hair.

In se ven ty se ven and six ty nine, re vo (B)lu tion was in the air.

I was (E)born too (B)late, in to a (C#m)world that does n’t (A)care.

Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (B)flo wers in my (E)hair.

When (E)pop stars shops still re mained still a myth and (A)ig no rance could still be bliss, and the (B)God per saved the Queen, high she turned was a (A)whit er o out of (E)pale.

when ac My mum and dad were in their teens and the (A)an ar chy could was buy kick a dream, and the (B)on ly way to stay in touch was a (A)let ter a in the (E)mail.

face.

Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (A)flo wers in my hair.

In se ven ty se ven and six ty nine, re vo (B)lu tion was in the air.

I was (E)born too (B)late, in to a (C#m)world that does n’t (A)care.

Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (B)flo wers in my (E)hair.

When (B)flo wers in my (E)hair.

I was born too (B)late, in to a (C#m)world that does n’t (A)care.

Oh, I (E)wish I was a punk rock er with (B)flo wers in my (E)hair.