If 6 Was 9

If the sun refused to shine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain’t me
I got my own world to look through
And uh, I ain’t gonna copy you, yeah
Now if a 6 turned out to be 9
I don’t mind, I don’t mind, (well alright)
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don’t care, I don’t care
Dig, cause I got my own world to live through
And uh, and I ain’t going to copy you
White-collared conservatives
Flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They’re hoping soon, my kind will drop and die
But I’m going to wave
My freak flag high
Wave on, wave on
Uh, ha-ha, fall mountains
Just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Businessman
You can’t dress like me, yeah
Nobody knows what I’m talking about
I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s going to have to die
When it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life
The way I want to, yeah
Sing on brother
Play on drummer