If 6 was 9

Yeah, sing the song, Bro'
If the sun refuse to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
If the mountains fell in the sea

Let it be, it ain't me
Alright, 'cos I got my own world
To look through
And I ain't gonna copy you

Now if 6 turned out to be 9
I don't mind, I don't mind
Alright, if all the hippies
Cut off all their hair

I don't care, I don't care
Dig, 'cos I got my own world
To live through, and I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative
Flashing down the street

Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon
My kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave
My freak flag high, high

Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on "Mr. Business" man
You can't dress like me
Sing on brother, play on drummer