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What's there to live for?
who needs the peace corps?
Think I'll just drop out
I'll go to Frisco
buy a wig
and sleep on Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
danced at the Filmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy and I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week and get the crabs
and take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony but forgive me cuz' I'm stoned
Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco!!!!
How I love ya
how I love ya
how I love ya
how I love ya
Frisco!!!
How I love ya
how I love ya
how I love ya
how I love ya
oh my hair's gettin' good in the back
Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco!!!!
Hotcha!
first I'll buy some beads
and then perhaps a leather band to go around my head
some feathers and bells
and a book indian lure
I will ask the chamber of commerce how to get to Height Street
and smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psicodelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep...
I will
I will go to a house
that's
that's what i will do
I will go to a house where theres a Rock and Roll band
cuz' the groups all live together
and I will join a rock and roll band I will be their road manager
and I will stay there with them and I will get the crabs but I won't care