Protested
No not really
Not that I recall
Maybe I may have moaned a bit
But no one was listening at all
My mother, now she protested
My hair was far to long
Blasting out Black Sabbath
Ozzie’ evil songs
My mother, now she protested
When I dyed my hair black
And on my leather jacket
Never mind the bollocks
Scratched into the back
My mother, now she protested
To many products in my hair
Flouncy shirts and makeup
The Human league and OMD
The New Romantic era
My mother now protests no more
I hope I’ve made her proud
I now dress very sensibly
But still like my music loud
Love it, I'm trying to imagine you in that jacket😁
So true, so true! I recall my mother telling me that her grandmother, in the 1920s, protested about her short skirts and bobbed hair.
A delightful twist on protest; I like it!