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
