[Intro]
Thank you!

[Verse 1]
What's there to live for?
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Think I'll just drop out
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig and sleep on Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy and I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week & get the crabs & take a bus back home (Uh-huh!)
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me 'cause I'm stoned

[Chorus]
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet (Hey, dude!)
Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco (I need that)

[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet (Yo, dude!)
Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco (Say)

[Verse 3]
First I'll buy some beads
And then perhaps (I)
A leather band to go around my head (Nice shirt)
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street (I mean that)
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot (I mean, I-)
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 (Freeze, hippie!)
I will sleep
I will-I will go to a house
That's, that's what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there's a rock and roll band
'Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager (We will call you Duane)
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs, but I won't care
Because