Yeah, sing a song, Bro'
If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind,
I don't mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
Let it be,
It ain't me
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain't gonna copy you
Now if, ah, 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Alright, if the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr Business man, you can't dress like me
Sing on Brother, play on drummer