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