A Sixties child
Down to the disco giving it the moves
Funky flares Getting down with the grooves
Black Sabbath with their heavy metal sound
Losing control, shaking your head around
On the dancefloor giving it all you have got
Going to festivals smoking pot
Hippy clothes and platform shoes getting drunk on cheap bootleg booze
A drive in your car to a nice quiet place
Hoping tonight you get to third base
They were the days when everything was wild
I must have been great to be a sixties child
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