Ah ah ah ah
Tell me what you like what you really like
In a psychedelic style
Don't the sixties seem like a lovely dream
That you're living for a while
While sliding backwards onto Carnaby street in your mind
It was nine nine nine yeah number nine
From a whisper to a shout
No this retro thing isn't happening
So you better cut it out
You'd sell your future for a past that you never can find
(number nine)
Down you slide you start to trip and glide
You're on the other side of anywhere
Don't you know it's just another show
No mattеr where you go you're nеver there
Ah ah ah ah
If we tell you what it's like what it's really like
It'd only make you cry
And a paisley youth searching for the truth
Can only live a lie
You missed the circus and it's not coming back in your time
Tell me what you like what you really like
In a psychedelic style
Don't the sixties seem like a lovely dream
That you're living for a while
While sliding backwards onto Carnaby street in your mind
It was nine nine nine yeah number nine
From a whisper to a shout
No this retro thing isn't happening
So you better cut it out
You'd sell your future for a past that you never can find
(number nine)
Down you slide you start to trip and glide
You're on the other side of anywhere
Don't you know it's just another show
No mattеr where you go you're nеver there
Ah ah ah ah
If we tell you what it's like what it's really like
It'd only make you cry
And a paisley youth searching for the truth
Can only live a lie
You missed the circus and it's not coming back in your time
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