English Boys - Blondie

When I was 17

I saw a magazine

It had those English Boys

Who had long hair

When I was on my own

They moved into my town

And I just called them up

And they’d be there

In 1969

I had a lousy time

I listened to the songs

Read letters sent from Nam

Now peace and love were gone

The tired soldiers home

Ideal society

Gunned down the 70s

Does it feel the same to you?

Why do you act the way you do?

Pack it up or pack it in

There’s no excuse

Could the hands of time reverse?

Would we wake or take the ride

And again speak with one voice?

We knew each other well

Although we never met

Messages passed to tell

Equal respect

Coincidence recurred

I had to laugh a lot

One week hung up superb

Said maybe not