oh I wish I was a ‘fluencer with flowers in my hair… in
lockdown 77 and 69 my memes were going spare… now it’s all too late, the blue tick doesn’t care… oh I wish I was a ‘fluencer with flowers in my hair
When Marcisists didn't wear a bra
Not even Tom could drive a car
When Heidi really mattered and when the NHS was king
When #ad didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
REPEAT CHORUS
When my big toe remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when God Saved the Queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
When my mom and dad were in their teens
All they fed me was egg and peas
And the only way to stay in touch was a bouquet in the mail
REPEAT CHORUS
When all my blokes were still on top
And latex was all that they stocked
And the super info-highway was still drifting out in space
My messages said pin-me-down
break my bones and kick around
And squashing men against the glass all pressed across their face!
FINAL CHORUS!
Fankyoou fank you very much another one of my genuine kareoke jams RUINED