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the mothers of invention - who needs the peace corps? 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 sh-t 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 . . .

- the mothers of invention lyrics

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