the auteurs
1967
In 1967 In 1967 The clock's ticking by, I'm thirty five  I think we should have a child soon  In 1967  No pop in our record collection The Beatles and Stones mean nothing to us I think we should count our blessings In 1967  In 1967  My wife's expecting A Surrey midwife delivers the child I'll get a job in Yorkshire  In 1967  No pop in our record collection No colour section In our record collection Ho  In 1967 No pop in our record collection Some people have died,  Some people have gone Our Spring is in a cardboard box  Present time I'll apologise to the nation We are bedazzled,  We're ordering cocktails We act like peasants  1999 No pop in our record collection Records on the radio station It means nothing to us I think we should count our blessings Since 1967  In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five) In 1967 (The clocks ticking by, I'm thirty five)