I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker

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[Chorus]

     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
          D       G                Asus
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
      D        Em7       Bm                 G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair


[Verse]

D
When the head of state didn’t play guitar,
    Em7
Not everybody drove a car,
     A                         Em7*      D
When music really mattered and radio was king,
D
When accountants didn’t have control
        Em7
And the media couldn’t buy your soul
       A                              Em7*              D
And computers were still scary and we didn’t know everything


[Chorus]

     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
          D       G                Asus
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
      D        Em7       Bm                 G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair


[Verse]

D
When popstars still remained a myth
    Em7
And ignorance could still be bliss
    A                                     Em7             D
And when God saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
D
When my mom and dad were in their teens
       Em7
and anarchy was still a dream
     A                                  Em7           D
and the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail


[Chorus]

     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
          D       G                Asus
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
      D        Em7       Bm                 G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair


[Verse]

D
When record shops were on top
    Em7
and vinyl was all that they stocked
    A                                Em7             D
and the super-info highway was still drifting out in space
D
kids were wearing hand me downs,
    Em7
and playing games meant kick arounds
     A                                  Em7                D
and footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face


[Chorus]

     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
          D       G                Asus
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
      D        Em7       Bm                 G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

      D        Em7       Bm                 G
I was born too late to a world that doesn’t care
     D            Em7               G            D
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair