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