Letra de 1967
In 1967, in 1967 The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five I think we should have a child soonIn 1967, no pop in our record collection The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us I think we should count our blessings in 1967In 1967, my wife's expecting A Surrey midwife delivers the child I'll get a job in YorkshireIn 1967, no pop in our record collection No color section in our record collection HoIn 1967, no pop in our record collection Some people have died, some people have gone Our spring is in a cardboard boxPresent time, I'll apologize to the nation We are bedazzled, we're ordering cocktails We act like peasants1999, no pop in out record collection Record on the radio station It means nothing to us I think we should count our blessing since 1967In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)