It ain't no joke
I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it's just a song but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack
I know it went out but it's back
It's just like any fad retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it just to stay in the clique 

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow, if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you swallow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shun you might as well be walkin' on the sun 

Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and opression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man what the hell happened
Then, some were spell-bound, some were hell-bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back 'gainst the melt down
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin' the true meaning of it 

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow, if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you swallow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shun you might as well be walkin' on the sun

It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no God-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back, and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighbourhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate 

So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow, if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you swallow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shun you might as well be walkin' on the sun
You might as well be walkin' on the sun (4x)