I'll Be Mellow When I'm Dead

I don't care about your karma.

I don't care about what's hip.

No space cadet's gonna tell me what to do.

I won't swim in your Jacuzzi.

You can't make me settle down.

I'd rather kick and jump and bite and scratch,

And scream until I'm blue.

I may as well be hyper,

As long as I'm still around.

'Cause I'll have lots of time to be laid back,

When I'm six feet under ground.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

When are you

Cosmic cowboys

Gonna get it through your head.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I can't stand the smell of incense.

I don't really like to jog.

No Joni Mitchell eight-tracks in my car. (ooh)

I hate anything organic.

Even health food makes me sick.

You won't catch me sipping Perrier

Down in some sushi bar.

I tell you, now's the time to go for

All the gusto you can grab.

You'll have plenty of time to be low-key

When you're laid out on the slab.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

When are you

Cosmic cowboys

Gonna get it through your head.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I don't want no part of that vegetarian scene.

I won't buy me a pair of designer jeans.

No redwood hot tub to my name.

I got all that I want,

And if it's all the same to you,

I don't need a course in self-awareness

To find out who I am.

And I'd rather have a

Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack

Than all the bean sprouts in Japan!

So don't ask me what I'm into.

I don't need to prove I'm cool.

I'll break your arm,

If you ask me what's my sign.

I won't tell you where my head's at.

I don't need to see no shrink.

Psychosis may be in this year,

But I'm really not that kind,

And I'm in no hurry to be casual.

In fact I think I'll wait

Until I'm pushing up the daisies.

(Like, wow, man, can you relate?)

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead. I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.