paroles de chanson I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (with Flowers in My Hair) - The Hit Crew
                                                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, 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                that 
                                                doesn′t 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                punk 
                                                rocker 
                                                with 
                                                flowers 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                head 
                                                of 
                                                state 
                                                didn't 
                                                play 
                                                guitar
 
                                    
                                
                                                Not 
                                                everybody 
                                                drove 
                                                    a 
                                                car
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                music 
                                                really 
                                                mattered 
                                                and 
                                                when 
                                                radio 
                                                was 
                                                king
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                accountants 
                                                didn't 
                                                have 
                                                control
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                media 
                                                couldn′t 
                                                buy 
                                                your 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                computers 
                                                were 
                                                still 
                                                scary 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                didn′t 
                                                know 
                                                everything
 
                                    
                                
                                                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, 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                that 
                                                doesn't 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                punk 
                                                rocker 
                                                with 
                                                flowers 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                popstars 
                                                still 
                                                remained 
                                                    a 
                                                myth
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                ignorance 
                                                could 
                                                still 
                                                be 
                                                bliss
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                God 
                                                Saved 
                                                the 
                                                Queen 
                                                she 
                                                turned 
                                                    a 
                                                whiter 
                                                shade 
                                                of 
                                                pale
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                mum 
                                                and 
                                                dad 
                                                were 
                                                in 
                                                their 
                                                teens
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                anarchy 
                                                was 
                                                still 
                                                    a 
                                                dream
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                stay 
                                                in 
                                                touch 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                letter 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mail
 
                                    
                                
                                                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, 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                that 
                                                doesn′t 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                punk 
                                                rocker 
                                                with 
                                                flowers 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                record 
                                                shops 
                                                were 
                                                still 
                                                on 
                                                top
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                vinyl 
                                                was 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                they 
                                                stocked
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                super 
                                                info 
                                                highway 
                                                was 
                                                still 
                                                drifting 
                                                out 
                                                in 
                                                space
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kids 
                                                were 
                                                wearing 
                                                hand 
                                                me 
                                                downs
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                playing 
                                                games 
                                                meant 
                                                kick 
                                                arounds
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                footballers 
                                                still 
                                                had 
                                                long 
                                                hair 
                                                and 
                                                dirt 
                                                across 
                                                their 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                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, 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                that 
                                                doesn′t 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                    I 
                                                wish 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                    a 
                                                punk 
                                                rocker 
                                                with 
                                                flowers 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                            1 I Run for Life
2 I Still Believe
3 I Wanna Be Bad
4 I Wanna Be With You
5 I Wanna Dance With Somebody
6 I Want Candy
7 I Want to Be in Love
8 I Will Always Love You
9 I Will Follow Him
10 I Will Remember You
11 I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker (with Flowers in My Hair)
12 I Put A Spell On You
13 Ice Cream
14 I'd Rather Leave While I'm in Love
15 If I Could
16 If I Wanted To
17 If I Was a River
18 If It's Lovin' That You Want
19 I'll Always Love You
20 I'll Be There
21 I'll Be Your Shelter
22 I'll Get By (As Long As I Have You)
23 I'll Remember
24 I'm a Woman
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