Yeah, Sing a song bro'... If the sun refused to shine, I don't mind, I don't mind. Yeah, If the mountains ah, fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain't me. Well, all right.
Got my own world to live through And uh, ha, And I ain't gonna copy you.
Now if uh, six uh, huh, Turned out to be nine, Oh I don't mind, I don't mind uh, Well all right... If all the hippies cut off all their hair, Oh I don't care, oh I don't care.
Dig, 'cos I've got my own world to live through Uh, huh, And I ain't gonna copy you.
White collar conservative flashin' down the street, Pointin' their plastic finger at me, Ha! They're hopin' soon my kind will drop and die but Uh, I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high! Oww!
Wave on, wave on...
Ah, ha, ha Fall mountains, just don't fall on me, Go ahead on mister business man, you can't dress like me, Yeah!
Don't nobody know what I'm talkin' about, I've got my own life to live, I'm the one that's gonna die when it's time for me to die, So let me live my life the way I want to, Yeah, Sing on brother, play on drummer.