I’m obsessed with men who play guitar
And sing songs longer than their hair
(ohhh ohh ohhh)
There’s a place, with women everywhere
They’ve got flowers in their hair
But I’m sat on my bed and they’re on posters on the wall
It’s my escape
This century just doesn’t suit me anymore
And if I had to pick
I’d take class A drugs and chicks
Over sloganistic politics
And stiffer upper lips
So what if all of my kicks are a little outdated
A bit faded
So what if all of my kicks are a little outdated
A bit faded
Outdated When will I makе it
I’m content
With E then A then B
So play thе twelve bar blues with me
Ohhh ohhh ohhhh
I’m content with reading all my funny books
And getting all these funny looks
But I’m sat on my bed and they’re on posters on the wall
It’s my escape
This century just doesn’t suit me anymore
And if I had to pick
I’d take class A drugs and chicks
Over sloganistic politics and stiffer upper lips
So what if all of my kicks
Are a little outdated
A bit faded
So what if all of my kicks
Are a little outdated
A bit faded
Outdated
When will I make it
Well i’m pretty sure that rock and roll won’t gather dust no, no, no
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