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
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 is getting 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 of 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 psychedelic 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 there's a rock roll band
'cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & 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
