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 matter where you go you're never 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