aw. Re: VLVL Berger: the deal

[Keith McMullen]

Who Needs The Peace Corps? (1968)

  What's there to live for?
  Who needs the peace corps?
  Think I'll just DROP OUT
  I'll go to Frisco
  Buy a wig & sleep
  On Owsley's floor

  Walked past the wig store
  Danced at the Fillmore
  I'm completely stoned
  I'm hippy & I'm trippy
  I'm a gypsy on my own
  I'll stay a week & get the crabs &
  Take a bus back home
  I'm really just a phony
  But forgive me
  'Cause I'm stoned

  Every town must have a place
  Where phony hippies meet
  Psychedelic dungeons
  Popping up on every street
  GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .

  How I love ya, How I love ya
  How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
  How I love ya, How I love ya
  How I love ya, How I love ya
  Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!

  Every town must have a place
  Where phony hippies meet
  Psychedelic dungeons
  Popping up on every street
  GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .

  Hotcha!

  First I'll buy some beads
  And then perhaps a leather band
  To go around my head
  Some feathers and bells
  And a book of Indian lore
  I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
  How to get to Haight Street
  And smoke an awful lot of dope
  I will wander around barefoot
  I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
  I will love everyone
  I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
  I will sleep . . .
  I will, I will go to a house
  That's, that's what I will do
  I will go to a house
  Where there's a rock & roll band
  'Cause the groups all live together
  And I will join a rock & roll band
  I will be their road manager
  And I will stay there with them
  And I will get the crabs
  But I won't care
Because . . .