I’m of that generation – The beatnik-hitter kind

Every friend I had was out of their mind

We were rebels – we were crazies

We did what we wanted – it was the seventies

Football and Hockey were the games we played

But it was Rock and Roll that got us laid

The Woodside Kings – best friend – the coaches son

Rarely win a game – but fights were always won

Twas time of anything goes -No one cared where it went

Too busy goofing off -Too busy getting bent

All hoped up on something most of the time

Cause nothing really mattered on the sixties dime

I dove right into the Good Time saying of the Age

Turn On Tune In –Drop Out – I shoulda burned that page

Coined a decade earlier by Dr. Leary – What a guy

The guru of LSD – Pied Piper of getting high

Pedigree profess from Harvard – Every word held sway

Nobody ever thunk or‘d believe – Payroll CIA

Just a useful idiot – Or witless with intention

Cause those mind melting experiments

Ruined many from those generations

… many from three generations

The time of anything goes and don’t care where it went

Too busy goofing off -Too busy getting bent

All hopped up on something most of the time

Nothing really mattered on the sixties dime

All hopped up on something most of the time

Cause nothing really mattered on the sixties dime