1967 Lyrics - How I Learned To Love The Bootboys - Auteurs

In 1967 

In 1967 

The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five 

I think we should have a child soon 

In 1967 

No pop in our record collection 

The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us 

I think we should count our blessings 

In 1967 

In 1967 

My wife's expecting 

A Surrey midwife delivers the child 

I'll get a job in Yorkshire 

In 1967 

No pop in our record collection 

No colour section 

In our record collection 

Ho 

In 1967 

No pop in our record collection 

Some people have died, 

Some people have gone 

Our Spring is in a cardboard box 

Present time 

I'll apologise to the nation 

We are bedazzled, 

We're ordering cocktails 

We act like peasants 

1999 

No pop in our record collection 

Records on the radio station 

It means nothing to us 

I think we should count our blessings 

Since 1967 

In 1967 

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) 

In 1967 

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) 

In 1967 

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) 

In 1967 

(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)