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Back in my day shell suits were the latest fashion 
And I made sure I wore my diamond socks with a passion 
The only sky I knew was the one up above my head 
No dvd player, just a betamax had to do instead 
The only laptop I knew was the tray my dinner was served in 
No sat nat to direct us, just maps and a lot of guessing 
My social network involved playing outdoors with my friends 
If I had an important message there was no text for me to send 
Instead I would simply go and knock on the door 
And enjoy a good game of hopscotch, drawn neatly on the floor 
If I wanted to listen to music I held my boom box to my ear 
And I felt like a millionaire in my latest pair of L.A Gear 
No ipod to shuffle or touch just my sony walkman 
No google to look for answers, just the library to depend on 
No Ipad, no playbook, just a good old storybook 
It may even be in hardback if I had any luck 
No freeview, no Virgin, I was lucky to even have colour tv 
And a rubiks cube would suffice, never mind an XBOX 360 
It was all about hammer time and wearing those pants 
And the theme tune to Fraggle Rock I would happily chant 
No cyber bullying, only cyber I knew was the tamagocchi pet 
No loading plates into the dishwasher as it hadn't been invented yet 
No cd player,  my cassettes were the in thing 
And to have a sovereign ring on every finger meant you had some bling 
The A Team,  crossroads, tiswas and happy days was the programmes I watched 
No series links or reminders to watch programmes like Lost 
No rewinding the tv or pausing whilst I nip to the loo 
Instead I had to ask someone and hope that they have a clue 
No Adidas for me, just my trusted bum bag 
My girls world doll and scrunche's were things I just had to have 
In my day the only kid I wanted was a cabbage patch kid 
Not a real one so that in a hostel I can live 
No PS3, no Wii, no Vita or Nintendo DS 3d 
Just my good old NES on my four channel tv 
Care bears, the moomins, playschool and dangermouse 
No crimewatch to make me afraid to be in my house 
In my days if I was rude I would get a good smack 
And I couldn't dare say the clothes you just bought me were whack 
No microwave dinners, No chinese takeaway for me 
Saturday soup was the best, one big bowl balancing on your knee 
The 80's and the 90's I enjoyed it while it did last 
But every now and again I take a glimpse of the past
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