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 & sleep

On Owsley's floor

Walked past the wig store

Danced at the Fillmore

I'm completely stoned

I'm hippy &I'm trippy

I'm a gypsy on my own

I'll stay a week &get the crabs &BR> Take a bus back home

I'm really just a phony

But forgive me

'Cause I'm stoned

Every town must have a place

Where phony hippies meet

Psychedelic dungeons

Popping up every street

GO TO SAN FRANCISCO