Lyrics
Columbia and Parlophone
Columbia and Parlophone
Oh, these are the magical days when we came home from school
Free from traffic and pushes and puffs
Columbia and Parlophone
The Stones were on Decca, The Who were on Brunswick
The Ronettes on London, The Searchers on Pye
Columbia and Parlophone
The water is free and the milk is delivered
The farmers and fishermen never ask why
Columbia
Here comes the CD and classless society
Farewell my family, reborn on my TV
Ahhh!
Columbia and Parlophone
Oh, these are the days of no analogue dialogue
Digital do-it-all divides us all
Columbia and Parlophone
Elvis and Billy and John have all gone now
Goodbye, gone icons, how time marches on
Columbia
These are the magical days when the opium's free
On the telly in every room
Models and magazines tell us just how to be
Media bullshit from cradle to tomb
Here comes the CD and classless society
Farewell my family, reborn on my TV
Ahhh!
Columbia and Parlophone
Oh, these are the magical days when we came home from school
Free from traffic and pushes and puffs
Columbia and Parlophone
The Stones were on Decca, The Who were on Brunswick
The Ronettes on London, The Searchers on Pye
Columbia and Parlophone
The water is free and the milk is delivered
The farmers and fishermen never ask why
Columbia
Here comes the CD and classless society
Farewell my family, reborn on my TV
Ahhh!
Columbia and Parlophone
Oh, these are the days of no analogue dialogue
Digital do-it-all divides us all
Columbia and Parlophone
Elvis and Billy and John have all gone now
Goodbye, gone icons, how time marches on
Columbia
These are the magical days when the opium's free
On the telly in every room
Models and magazines tell us just how to be
Media bullshit from cradle to tomb
Here comes the CD and classless society
Farewell my family, reborn on my TV
Ahhh!