Magical Days

Oh, these are the magical days
When we came home from school
Free from traffic, pushers and pervs
Stones were on Decca, The Who were on Brunswick
The Ronettes on London, The Searchers on Pie
The water was free and the milk was delivered
The farmers and fishermen never asked why
Here comes the CD and classless society
Farewell my family reborn on my TV
These are the days of no analogue dialogue
Digital do it all divides us all
Elvis and Billy and John have all gone now
Goodbye gone icons, how time marches on
These are the magical days when the opium’s
Free on the telly in every room
Models ‘n' magazines tell us just how to be
Media bullshit from cradle to doom
Here comes the CD and classless society
Farewell my family reborn on my TV