Waking up is not a chore
Throw on some clothes and go.
Man, school is a major bore
Smoke some pot,
See what we got,
A war we don't even know.

Where is Vietnam man..
This is not love or peace.
A girl swaying to the beat
Flower child, O so sweet.

Take up our signs and scream,
Flash that signal to feel deep.
Families torn and people cry
Come escape and get high
Not feeling anything lets forget
Flying like Lucy in the Sky.

The colors swirling against dark skin,
Shouting out about oppression
This continuing wide spread obsession,
With freedom and little aggression.

Psychedelic bands playing,
Thousand hippies swaying.
What happened in those years
Is a constant little mystery
Of the crazy sixties history.