I seem to spend my whole life shouting,
Perhaps I should be cool,
Put on some Caravan of Hatfields,
Like I used to do at school

Feigned innocence and humour,
Through my walkman on a bike ride in the sun
My bicycle and I,
We missed the party back in 1971

But here... I still find,
The song lingers on into the thousands

Whimsical indulgence,
Could never last the speed of modern life,
The traffic whizzes past me
As I pedal further from the daily strife

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