Written by michael bacon



"hey manhow great were the 60's? !" - "well...uh..." mb



Overweight 60's rock starstaring from the tv screen

Begging the youth of americato live a life that's sober and clean

But the kid's 17 in a ganja hazethis summer he's following phish

Watching the aging rock starcoming through his satellite dish

Don't you do that blowall around the world

Don't you make that doughdon't you make them girls

Am I even getting through to you son? 

Do like I say. don't you do like I done



She's a yellow rose of texasshe's smiling from the crowd

The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud

He tells her that it's earth day and he loves all mankind

She gives that talking unicorn her bodysoul and her mind

That american flagyou must invert

As the sweat pours down his mexican wedding shirt

He leads her to oblivion

Now the rose is dead and he's long gone



Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me

Don't need a walk down memory lane

I've had enough of that sorrow and pain

Through your orange globs a-churning

There're body bags and cities burning

Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me



401 north broad streetI'm standing in my underwear

Turn your head and cough sonthen go stand over there

But me I've got my letters and my middle class élan

I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to saigon

Say hello to vietnam