(in a whisper: yeah, if six was done)

If the sun refused to shine
I dont mind, I dont mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be, it aint me
All right, cause I got my own world to look through
And I aint gonna copy you

Now if six turned out to be nine
I dont mind, I dont mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I dont care, I dont care
Dig, cause I got my own world to live through
And I aint gonna copy you

White collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
Theyre hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But Im gonna wave my freak flag high (high)

Fall mountain, just dont fall on me
Go on mr. business man, you cant dress like me
You dont even know what Im talking about
Im the one thats got to die
When its time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to
Sing on brother, play on drummer