Summer fields invaded by love and peace
Isle of Wight in sixty nine
Beads and scarves and matted hair
Starry eyes and hazy smiles
Thirty first of August for just one night
Bob Dylan with guitar sings
How I wish that I was there
Instead I dream from Pontins
Bee Gees Don’t forget to remember me
The juke box constantly pleads
Ding Dong Good Morning Campers
Go away and let me sleep!
The worlds gone crazy in the other field
Or so my granddad tells me
So wrong the drugs and free love
It’s different with my mummy
My mum’s on drugs but it’s OK you see
Because she’s so unhappy
Wearing plastic smiles all day
And doesn’t even know me
I wish the photographer hadn’t done
The photos in the bedroom
Sleazy snapshots of her breasts
My gut had said not trust him
I went to make sure that she’d be safe
She was wearing drugged up eyes
Just sixteen when he touched me
And the inside of me died
Everybody’s thinking that I hate her
They are so far from the truth
I just want her as my mum
Not living my stolen youth
So in the year twenty five twenty five
Perhaps I’ll come back again
To love and peace abundant
Put the juke box on my friend
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