| Lyrics: | Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band.
Well, I'm
goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on
your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a
love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt.
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play my
bongos in the dirt.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where
you goin' with that hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm
goin' home to
bed.
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home
to
bed.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where
you goin' with those beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a
nervous wreck...
(Just at this moment, the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested
by
FLOWER PUNK shortly before the song began TAKES EFFECT: before your
very ears his head
blows up... leaving a bizarre audial residue all
over your teen-age record player |
