Yeah, sing a song, Bro' If the sun refuse to shine, I don't mind, I don't mind, If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, It ain't me.
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through, And I ain't gonna copy you.
Now if, ah, 6 turned out to be 9, I don't mind, I don't mind, Alright, if the hippies cut off all their hair, I don't care, I don't care.
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you.
White collared conservative flashing down the street, Pointing their plastic finger at me. They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die, But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
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