1967 Lyrics

In 1967, in 1967
The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five
I think we should have a child soon

In 1967, no pop in our record collection
The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us
I think we should count our blessings in 1967

In 1967, my wife's expecting
A Surrey midwife delivers the child
I'll get a job in Yorkshire

In 1967, no pop in our record collection
No color section in our record collection
Ho

In 1967, no pop in our record collection
Some people have died, some people have gone
Our spring is in a cardboard box

Present time, I'll apologize to the nation
We are bedazzled, we're ordering cocktails
We act like peasants

1999, no pop in out record collection
Record on the radio station
It means nothing to us
I think we should count our blessing since 1967

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)
In 1967
(The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)