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 &
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