(It Isn’t) 1965
(J. Worth/B. Nicholson)
Remember when kids loved rock & roll
Even more than queuing for the dole
The kids were alright, I don’t know how
But it’s not all right now
Swinging London didn’t refer to fists
Such atmosphere, man, back in ‘66
Well listen up ‘cause one thing’s clear
That that was sure another year
It isn’t 1965, but I don’t care, I’m still alive
It isn’t 1965, no miniskirts, no Carnaby
And it’s not all right with me
I’m the face, baby look at me
I got a two-tone suit and a Flying V
And see I’ve got my pride too
So fall on me, I’ll say fuck you
It isn’t 1965…
I’m just a prisoner of the scene
A helpless victim of a teenage dream
Oh my God, it’s such a waste
I’m a barometer of public taste
C’mon and take a chance
Take a chance on rock & roll romance
A ’56 T-Bird, sit real tight
A porthole window, outta sight
It isn’t 1965…
Tear it down but it’s no free pass
I don’t wanna bow for the middle class
My head is high and looking up
Don’t wanna spill, I wanna fill the cup
Kids that prowl, and on the hunt
No answers for you in the National Front
Lighten up and look inside
No place to run but I don’t wanna hide
It isn’t 1965…
It’s not all right…
Even more than queuing for the dole
The kids were alright, I don’t know how
But it’s not all right now
Swinging London didn’t refer to fists
Such atmosphere, man, back in ‘66
Well listen up ‘cause one thing’s clear
That that was sure another year
It isn’t 1965, but I don’t care, I’m still alive
It isn’t 1965, no miniskirts, no Carnaby
And it’s not all right with me
I’m the face, baby look at me
I got a two-tone suit and a Flying V
And see I’ve got my pride too
So fall on me, I’ll say fuck you
It isn’t 1965…
I’m just a prisoner of the scene
A helpless victim of a teenage dream
Oh my God, it’s such a waste
I’m a barometer of public taste
C’mon and take a chance
Take a chance on rock & roll romance
A ’56 T-Bird, sit real tight
A porthole window, outta sight
It isn’t 1965…
Tear it down but it’s no free pass
I don’t wanna bow for the middle class
My head is high and looking up
Don’t wanna spill, I wanna fill the cup
Kids that prowl, and on the hunt
No answers for you in the National Front
Lighten up and look inside
No place to run but I don’t wanna hide
It isn’t 1965…
It’s not all right…
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