How many more times can the Grateful Dead play their set
How much longer before they o.d. and we see them dead
Long greasy hair, tye-dyed shirt wearing waste
All part of the Sixties retro-fashion parade
Tune in and tune out, what a f**in' waste
Peace, love, and anarchy, give me a f**in' break
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The Sixties are over, now they 're good and dead
Stop your Sixties retro, bell bottoms make us sick
Fill your head with d** until your mind just can 't think
Stuff your f**in' d**, it's beer I 'd rather drink
Look at your hair, look at our stare, you 're the victim tonight
The boot goes in, it 's just a sin, your friends are nowhere insight
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