Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo

Gets me thinking 'bout

good times I had with you

Back in the Sixties when love was free

Never need to worry bout my G.C.E.



Dying of boredom in your plastic home

Pretty the pictures, work to the bone

Don't be depressed,

you can just pick up the phone

But it won't answer 'cos

there's no-one home



Count your possessions out one by one

Include your lovers, include the one

You threw away in nineteen sixty three

Include me out, don't label me