If 6 Was 9
Yeah, sing the song, Bro
If the sun refuse to shineI don't mind, I don't mindIf the mountains fell in the sealet it be, it ain't meAlright, 'cos I got my own world to look throughAnd I ain't gonna copy you
Now if 6 turned out to be 9I don't mind, I don't mindAlright, if all the hippies cut off all their hairI don't care, I don't careDig, 'cos I got my own world to live throughAnd I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at meThey're hoping soon my kind will drop and dieBut I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, highWave on, wave onFall mountains, just don't fall on meGo ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like meSing on Brother, play on drummer