Written by Michael Bacon
Hey man, how great were the 60s?! – Well…uh… MB
Overweight 60s rock star, staring from the TV screen
Begging the youth of America, to live a life thats sober and clean
But the kids 17 in a ganja haze, this summer hes following Phish
Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite dish
Dont you do that blow, all around the world
Dont you make that dough, dont you make them girls
Am I even getting through to you son?
Do like I say. Dont you do like I done
Shes a yellow rose of Texas, shes smiling from the crowd
The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud
He tells her that its Earth Day and he loves all mankind
She gives that talking unicorn her body, soul and her mind
That American flag, you must invert
As the sweat pours down his Mexican wedding shirt
He leads her to oblivion
Now the Rose is dead and hes long gone
Dont you leave that lava lamp on for me
Dont need a walk down memory lane
Ive had enough of that sorrow and pain
Through your orange globs a-churning
Therere body bags and cities burning
Dont you leave that lava lamp on for me
401 North Broad Street, Im standing in my underwear
Turn your head and cough son, then go stand over there
But me Ive got my letters and my middle class an
I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to Saigon
Say hello to Vietnam