The Great 60s

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Nineteen-sixties
Full of hippies
Kind of lippy
Very trippy
Take some drugs
Give some hugs
Give no shrugs
Fight with flowers
Give us power
Stop the war
It’s such a bore
Love the music more
Morrison and the doors
Garcia and the Dead
Marley with his dreads
What the doorman said
Drugs will feed our head
All we want is peace
The stupid military police
Your making more deceased
All we need is rock
Party at Woodstock
Lots of open sex
Hickies on our necks
We are not rejects
Because we are gypsies
And yippies, and hippies
We love our life trippy.





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