1974

Give me back my sweet rosey nights,
Give me back my tunes.
Lend me your ears and your eyes
Follow me to the moon.

Give me back my symphony crass
Give me back my soul.
Give me that low down and dirty jazz,
Just like you did before.

Give me that light and that eerie smoke,
It’s not yet time for your crack and your porn.
So keep all your magic eight balls and your ecstasy
But take a pill to kill the unborn.

So give me back my flowers,
And take away their guns.
Spin me around in a merry-go-round,
Back in the days, that was fun.

Give me back my dancing shoes,
Give me back my fancy clothes,
I want to have long hair again
Just like we did in 1974.