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If Six Was Nine





(Yeah, sing a song bro’…)
If the sun refused to shine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
If the mountains ah, fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain’t me.

Got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

Yeah (sing the song brother…)
Now if six turned out to be nine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind uh
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don’t care, oh I don’t care.
Dig.

‘Cause I’ve got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

White collar conservative flashin’ down the street
Pointin’ their plastic finger at me
Hopin’ soon my kind will drop and die but uh
I’m gonna wave my freak flag high, high !
Oww !

Wave on, wave on…

Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on mister business man, you can’t dress like me

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…

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