If there's one thing that makes me mad
And shed an angry tear
It's teen nostalgia TV ads
For chewing gum and beer
They microwave the distant days
When I was just alive
And serve us up the golden age of 1955
Where all the boys have flat-top hair
And all the girls are slim
They're cute and clean with Levi jeans
And muscles from the gym
They rock and roll to get their kicks
And everyone can drive
There's no-one old or poor or sick in 1955
We never had it so good
We never had it, no we never had it
We never had it so good
We never had it, we never had it at all
Well I remember early nights
And always making do
The Pathe news in black and white
And refugees at school
The whooping cough and polio
The cane to make you cry
With National Service still to go in 1955
We never had it so good
We never had it, no we never had it
We never had it so good
We never had it, we never had it at all
When bubble cars were dream machines
And hair, short back and sides
When sweets were treats and denim jeans
You couldn't steal or buy
American Graffiti, as the servicemen arrived
Was 'Go back home to Hollywood' in 1955
