Difference between revisions of "Who Needs The Peace Corps?"
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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
+ | What's there to live for? | ||
+ | <br>Who needs the peace corps? | ||
+ | <br>Think I'll just DROP OUT | ||
+ | <br>I'll go to Frisco | ||
+ | <br>Buy a wig & sleep | ||
+ | <br>On Owsley's floor | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | <br>Walked past the wig store | ||
+ | <br>Danced at the Fillmore | ||
+ | <br>I'm completely stoned | ||
+ | <br>I'm hippy & I'm trippy | ||
+ | <br>I'm a gypsy on my own | ||
+ | <br>I'll stay a week & get the crabs & | ||
+ | <br>Take a bus back home | ||
+ | <br>I'm really just a phony | ||
+ | <br>But forgive me | ||
+ | <br>'Cause I'm stoned | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | <br>Every town must have a place | ||
+ | <br>Where phony hippies meet | ||
+ | <br>Psychedelic dungeons | ||
+ | <br>Popping up on every street | ||
+ | <br>GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . . | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | <br>How I love ya, How I love ya | ||
+ | <br>How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco! | ||
+ | <br>How I love ya, How I love ya | ||
+ | <br>How I love ya, How I love ya | ||
+ | <br>Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | Every town must have a place | ||
+ | <br>Where phony hippies meet | ||
+ | <br>Psychedelic dungeons | ||
+ | <br>Popping up on every street | ||
+ | <br>GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . . | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | <br>Hotcha! | ||
+ | <br> | ||
+ | <br>First I'll buy some beads | ||
+ | <br>And then perhaps a leather band | ||
+ | <br>To go around my head | ||
+ | <br>Some feathers and bells | ||
+ | <br>And a book of Indian lore | ||
+ | <br>I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce | ||
+ | <br>How to get to Haight Street | ||
+ | <br>And smoke an awful lot of dope | ||
+ | <br>I will wander around barefoot | ||
+ | <br>I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times | ||
+ | <br>I will love everyone | ||
+ | <br>I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street | ||
+ | <br>I will sleep . . . | ||
+ | <br>I will, I will go to a house | ||
+ | <br>That's, that's what I will do | ||
+ | <br>I will go to a house | ||
+ | <br>Where there's a rock & roll band | ||
+ | <br>'Cause the groups all live together | ||
+ | <br>And I will join a rock & roll band | ||
+ | <br>I will be their road manager | ||
+ | <br>And I will stay there with them | ||
+ | <br>And I will get the crabs | ||
+ | <br>But I won't care | ||
+ | <br>Because... | ||
+ | |||
==Players On This Song== | ==Players On This Song== | ||
==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== | ==Records On Which This Song Has Appeared== |
Revision as of 06:45, 8 August 2005
Contents
Lyrics
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 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 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 lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight 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
Because...