If 6 Was 9

Yeah, sing a song, bro

If the sun refused to shine

I don't mind, I don't mind (Yeah)

If the mountains fell in the sea

Let it be, it ain't me

Alright, 'cause I got my own world to look through, and I

And I ain't gonna copy you

Now, if 6 turned out to be 9

Oh, I don't mind, oh, I don't mind

If all the hippies cut off all their hair

Oh, I don't care, oh, I don't care

Dig, 'cause I got my own world to live through, and I

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 going to wave my freak flag high, high, whoa

Wave on, wave on

Fall, mountains, just don't fall on me

Go ahead on, Mr. Businessman

You can't dress like me

Don't nobody know what I'm talking about

I got my own life to live

I'm the one that's going to have to die when it's time for me to die

So let me live my life the way I want to, yeah

There, sing on, brother

Play on, drummer