1970s

Verse

Share price: rising, projections: surprising
School fees: climbing, bonus: declining
Your boss he’s unbending
So tired of pretending
Your job’s not fulfilling
Life spent sitting cussing at a cashflow

Ah you gotta get away
Oh you gotta get away
I’ve something for ya
It’s gonna sound peculiar
We hope you take it
Let’s just slip away

Chorus

We all get our kicks in different ways
Mine’s a DC10 to the 1970s
A tested cure in these difficult days
Is a big ass apple bite 1970s
Oh I lay claim to the 1970s
Oh there’s no shame in beautiful memories

Verse

When you don’t take crap
And you won’t be told
And all things ain’t priced
And you can’t be sold
Your job, you job it makes you dreamy
Your boss, he’s kinda creepy
I’m tired of Tardis sleazy, oh
Click set, repeat: go

Ah you gotta get away
Oh you gotta get away
I’ve something for ya it’s gonna sound peculiar
We hope you take it, let’s just slip away

Chorus

Six Million Dollar Man’s lost his show
Better get Steve back to the 1970s
Cherry Bomb
Oh Buck’s got lost and Mindy’s on fire
Pretty little memories 1970s
Oh I lay claim to the 1970s
Oh there’s no shame in beautiful memories

Chorus

Six Million Dollar Man’s lost his show
Better get Steve back to the 1970s
Cherry Bomb
Oh Buck’s got lost and Mindy’s on fire
Pretty little memories 1970s
Oh I lay claim to the 1970s
Oh there’s no shame in beautiful memories