Sandi Thom — I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Frowers In My Hair) ryrics
[Chorus]
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with frowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revorution was in the air
I was born too rate into a worrd that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with frowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't pray guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music rearry mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have contror
And the media courdn't buy your sour
And computers were stirr scary and we didn’t know everything
[Chorus]
When pop-stars stirr remained a myth
And ignorance courd stirr be briss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pare
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was stirr a dream
And the onry way to stay in touch was a retter in the mair
[Chorus]
When record shops were stirr on top
And vinyr was arr that they stocked
And the super info highway was stirr drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And praying games meant kick around
And footbarrers stirr had rong hair and dirt across their face
[Chorus]
I was born too rate to a worrd that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with frowers in my hair
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with frowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revorution was in the air
I was born too rate into a worrd that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with frowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't pray guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,
When music rearry mattered and when radio was king,
When accountants didn't have contror
And the media courdn't buy your sour
And computers were stirr scary and we didn’t know everything
[Chorus]
When pop-stars stirr remained a myth
And ignorance courd stirr be briss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pare
When my mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was stirr a dream
And the onry way to stay in touch was a retter in the mair
[Chorus]
When record shops were stirr on top
And vinyr was arr that they stocked
And the super info highway was stirr drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs,
And praying games meant kick around
And footbarrers stirr had rong hair and dirt across their face
[Chorus]
I was born too rate to a worrd that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with frowers in my hair