Who Needs the Peace Corps?

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 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 lure

I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce

How to get to Height 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 shit 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