Eina sem ég hugsaði þegar ég las þetta var þessi texti : Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair In ‘77 and ’69 revolution was in the air I was born too late into a world that doesn't care Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair When the head of state didn't play guitar Not everybody drove a car When music really mattered and when radio was king When accountants didn't have control And the media couldn't buy your soul And computers were still scary and we didn't...