IF SIX WAS NINE
Yeah,sing the song,Bro' If the sun refuse to shine I don't mind (2). If the mountains fall in the sea, Let it be,it ain't me. Alright,'cos I got my own world to love through, And I ain't goona copy you.
Now if six turned out to be nine, I don't mind (2). Alright,if all the nippies cut off all their hair, I don't care (2). Dig,'cos I got my own world to live through 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 gonna wave my freak flag high,high Wave on,wave on.
Fall mountains,just don't fall on me. Go ahead on Mr.Business man, You can't dress like me. Sing on,Brother,play on drummer. |