He was born in 67 in the middle of a bushy grass And the garden where the milky flowers grow Shining so bright
He was born in 67 looking calmly at the sky And he still recalls these freedom days He looks for shining stars
And his heart was filled with passion He was hungry for the world There was laughter everywhere he looked The air of rock and roll
And his childhood was so crazy He had time for every step He spent hours with his friends outside No mobiles and no web
You know he's feeling all alone, he was born in 67, wrong?
Ooh, and I know I know I'm here Ooh, and the times are fast and wild Ooh, but I want to write a final phrase Ooh, for those few still on my mind
He was born in 67, when the great bands star was on And the music was the heart and soul Of everybody's world
He was born in 67, with the Beatles' rocking tracks When the Sergeant Pepper's Club was born With all the lonely hearts
Now the clocks are ticking faster And pollution fills the air It's so hard to find one friendly soul In the ocean of despair
And I know that the time is flowing Won’t be younger anymore He thinks of all his friends out there Do they hear the same old song
You know he's feeling all alone, he was born in 67, wrong?
Ooh, and I know I know I’m here Ooh, and the times are fast and wild Ooh, but I want to write a final phrase Ooh, for those few still on my mind
Now the world is going crazy There’s no time to feel the blues And computers count his days and nights He's nothing but confused And he knows that the fire's burning He knows that he's losing now He thinks of all the girls out there Hel misses their eyes
He was born in 67 with no knowledge of this world Intuition was his only friend and music was his hope He was born in 67, Generation of free love And he feels this rhythm in his blood There's nowhere else to go