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 outI'll go to FriscoBuy a wig & sleepOn Owsley's floorWalked past the wig storeDanced at the FillmoreI'm completely stonedI'm hippy & I'm trippyI'm a gypsy on my ownI'll stay a week & get the crabs &Take a bus back homeI'm really just a phonyBut forgive me'Cause I'm stonedEvery town must have a placeWhere phony hippies meetPsychedelic dungeonsPopping up on every streetGo to San Francisco. . .How I love ya, How I love yaHow I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!How I love ya, How I love yaHow I love ya, How I love yaOh, my hair is getting good in the back!Every town must have a placeWhere phony hippies meetPsychedelic dungeonsPopping up on every streetGo to San Francisco . . .Hotcha!First I'll buy some beadsAnd then perhaps a leather bandTo go around my headSome feathers and bellsAnd a book of Indian loreI will ask the Chamber Of CommerceHow to get to Haight StreetAnd smoke an awful lot of dopeI will wander around barefootI will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all timesI will love everyoneI will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the streetI will sleep . . .I will, I will go to a houseThat's, that's what I will doI will go to a houseWhere there's a rock & roll band'Cause the groups all live togetherAnd I will join a rock & roll bandI will be their road managerAnd I will stay there with themAnd I will get the crabsBut I won't careBecause . . .