I remember the 1970s
The three-day week, Joe Gormley
The first miners’ strike
Eddie Waring’s ‘oop an’ under’
There was wrestling on TV
Oh yeh, I was there …
Then there were the 1980s –
Dallas and Dynasty
Cocktails and shoulder pads
Terry Wogan’s studied unease
The Style Council were good
Duran Duran were…. please
The ’90s were a bit vague
In some ways, they were a blur
Buttered parsnips … oh yes
New Labour, Brit Pop
It was all so embarrassing
Do I remember them? Er …
The Noughties had no sooner started
Than they were gone. Millenniuuuum
No style, no music, no drugs
(Apart from the usual ones)
There were iPods and MP3s
If you count them. But I’d rather not
The past crowds into our troubled teens
Thatcher is still around – that cow
The present is where we live
With a bunch of memories
Stacked up, like old CDs
To be honest, the best time is now
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