I seem to spend my whole life shouting,
Perhaps I should be cool,
Put on some Caravan or Hatfields,
Like I used to do at school
Feigned innocence and humour,
Through my Walkman on a bike ride in the sun
My bicycle and I,
We missed the party back in 1971
But here… I still find,
The song lingers on into the thousands
Whimsical indulgence,
Could never last the speed of modern life,
The traffic whizzes past me As I pedal further from the daily strife