The 90s ended not with the millennium, or with 9/11, but with the ending of Live and Kicking on a Saturday morning and its replacement with bland, safe cooking shows. The party was over at that exact moment.
My nickname at school was Quacker after I farted on a wooden seat and it sounded like a duck. When I go back to my old area, people still shout out "Quacker"; I'm 73 and a retired doctor. If I tried to fart now, I'd shit myself.
I thought that if you had
An acoustic guitar
Then it meant that you were
A protest singer
Oh, i can smile about it now
But at the time it was terrible
No, mamma, let me go
No...
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
Who are young and alive
Sheila take a, sheila take a bow
Boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear
And don't go home tonight
Come out and find the one that you love and who loves you
The one that you love and who loves you