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.
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'm just skimming stones against the lake. While my dreams pass me by. 'Cause I've never known what to make of life. But I guess I'm willing to try. .