Summer of '72

 SUMMER OF '72

Oh how I wish it was back in the summer of '72

when we sang Metal Guru, danced to Bowie and were the Young Dudes of Mott the Hoople

With Anne and Anne & best friend Gill and all the other girls too

When we worked hard and partied harder

when lost weekend meant Matron telling you off

And Dear Sister May frightened us all

When cherries were yet to be lost

and tits were were nice

but down below was paradise

When you wore glitter in your hair

and thought Patchouli covered the smell of a joint or two

When pay day meant going to the pub

and the record shop and Unisex shopping

talking all night

setting the world to right

Oh I wish I could go back to '72 and say to Anne we done the tits and that was nice now can we get to paradise and this time you don't say no

Back in '72 teenagers, the children of the revolution, free before the world crushed us and the glitter flew

When no one told us what to do

For all the children with the flowers in their hair

Let's go back to the Summer of '72

(c)merimaat 2022 50 years later