Nostalgia

You sing about waking up in the morning

But you're never up before noon

You look completely different from those straights

Who walked around on the moon

The clothes you wear

Would suit and old times baloons

You're allways nowhere

But you'll realize pretty soon

That's all that you care

Isn't worth a twelve bar tune



You won't believe you're just one more flower

Among so many flowers that sprout

You just feel faintly pround when you hear they shout

Very loud: "you're not allowed in here, get out"

That's what rock'n'roll is all about

That's what rock'n'roll is all about

I mean, that's what rock'n'roll was all about