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