1974

You have two coffees
 One of them is one coffee too many for you
 On a health kick
 Trying to lead a middle-aged life
 Well, it's either that or drop dead
 Wait 'til you get older than this
 And then turn around and tell me I was young for my age
 Yeah
 And it feels like 1974
 Waiting for the waves to come and crash on the shore
 But you're far in land
 You're in funky denim wonderland
 You and David Crosby and a bloke with no hand
 You've got hair in places
 Most people haven't got brains
 Ooh
 But it feels like 1974
 Syd Barrett's last session, he can't sing anymore
 He's gonna have to be Roger now for the rest of his life
 Oh
 Enough about me, let's talk about you
 You were working at the Earth Exchange at half twenty-two
 'Rebel Rebel' was your favorite song
 On the Archway Road
 Where it all belongs
 All those molecules of time
 That you thought you'd shed forever
 All those inches of time
 That you thought you could just say bye-bye
 And as Nixon left the White House
 You could hear people say,
 "They'll never rehabilitate that mother
 No way."
 Yep
 Whirry-whirry goes the helicopter out of my way
 I've got president to dump in the void
 Ooh
 Python's last series and The Guardian said,
 "The stench of rotting minds"
 But what else could you smell back then?
 You didn't have to inhale too hard
 You could smell the heads festering in the backyard
 There's a baby in a basket and it's taken your name
 And one day it'll grow up and say,
 "Who are you,
 Eh?"
 And you say that's where it ended
 But I say no no no, it just faded away
 August was grey
 It feels like 1974
 Ghastly mellow saxophones all over the floor
 Feels like 1974
 You could vote for Labour, but you can't anymore
 Feels like 1974
 Digging Led Zeppelin in Grimsby
 Oh Christ