If 6 Was 9

Yeah, sing a song.

If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind. Yeah.
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 o

Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through
and I ain't gonna copy you.

Now if 6 turned out to be 9
I don't mind, I don't mind.
Alright, if all 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, wow.
Wave on, wave on.

Fall mountains, just don't fall on me.
Go ahead on Mr. Businessman, you can't dress like me.

Get on dreamin',

strike's on further.
Nobody will know what I'm talkin' about.

I got my own life to live
I want us not to die, or just half of you to die.
So let me live my life
the way I want to (there you are).

Sing on Brother,
play on drummer.