The Holy Modal Rounders - The STP Song lyrics

Once a friendly stranger said to me Hippies call it STP You're a friendly stranger, I can see Take a whiff on me Have a revelation, the first one's free Soon you'll be addicted to eternity We'll be pushers, cosmic style It's too late to stop now You're a Nova Cop now Hippies call it STP Look at all them hippies do their thing Hippies call it STP Trying to be the next week ripoff king Take a whiff on me Seems he was a flower child just last week Now he's got the clap and he's a needle freak Good thing love's all you need Brand new generation Brand new explanation Hippies call it STP Meanwhile in a headshop in Provincetown Hippies call it STP A gentle, soulful cat's putting soldiers down Take a whiff on me Soldiers getting salty, but the cat don't mind Getting soldiers salty helps the cat unwind He's a narc on a lark Busy as a beaver Just a gay deceiver Hippies call it STP Going to the country where everything's free Going to the country, and you can't catch me I can't stand that bad city All I do there is shoot junk (Gong around, gong around Keep on kicking that gong around Tears me up, brings me down But I gotta keep kicking that gong around) Be my flower child, little girl, Hippies call it STP Lemme be your guru for awhile Take a whiff on me 'Splain dat to me Kingfish, it ain't too clear King it to me, 'splainfish, said the engineer Now you know why I veer Yummy yummy yummy s**ing off a mummy Hippies call it STP