If there's one thing that makes me mad And shed an angry tear It's teen nostalgia TV ads For chewing gum and beer They microwave the distant days When I was just alive And serve us up the golden age of 1955
Where all the boys have flat-top hair And all the girls are slim They're cute and clean with Levi jeans And muscles from the gym They rock and roll to get their kicks And everyone can drive There's no-one old or poor or sick in 1955
We never had it so good We never had it, no we never had it We never had it so good We never had it, we never had it at all
Well I remember early nights And always making do The Pathe news in black and white And refugees at school The whooping cough and polio The cane to make you cry With National Service still to go in 1955
We never had it so good We never had it, no we never had it We never had it so good We never had it, we never had it at all
When bubble cars were dream machines And hair, short back and sides When sweets were treats and denim jeans
You couldn't steal or buy American Graffiti, as the servicemen arrived Was 'Go back home to Hollywood' in 1955Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.