Lips of memory

Whats there to live for?

Who needs the peace corps?

 

Think Ill just drop out

Ill go to frisco

Buy a wig & sleep

On owsleys floor

 

Walked past the wig store

Danced at the fillmore

Im completely stoned

Im hippy & Im trippy

Im a gypsy on my own

Ill stay a week & get the crabs &

Take a bus back home

Im really just a phony

But forgive me

cause Im stoned

 

Every town must have a place

Where phony hippies meet

Psychedelic dungeons

Popping up 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 Ill buy some beads

And then perhaps a leather band

To go around my head

Some feathers and bells

And a book of indian lure

I will ask the chamber of commerce

How to get to height 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

Thats, thats what I will do

I will go to a house

Where theres 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 wont care..

 

Frank Zappa

Done