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 out record collection   Record on the radio station   It means nothing to us   I think we should count our blessing   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)