1967 Songtext
von The Auteurs

In 1967, in 1967
The clock′s ticking by in 35
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 get a job in Yorkshire
In 1967


No pop in our record collection
No colour section in our record collection
In 1967 no pop in our record collection
Some people have died, some people have gone
A spring is in a cardboard box
Present time I′ll apologise to the nation
We are bedazzled, we're ordering cocktails
We act like peasants
Nineteen ninety-nine there's no pop in our record collection
Records on the radio station, it means nothing to us
I think we should count our blessings since 1967
In 1967 the clock′s ticking by in 35