(Yeah, sing a song brò…)
If the sun refused to shine
I don’t mind, I don’t mind
If the mountains ah, fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain’t me.
Got my own world to live through and uh, ha !
And I ain’t gonna copy you.
Now if uh, six uh, huh, turned out to be nine
Oh I don’t mind, I don’t mind uh
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
Oh I don’t care, oh I don’t care.
Dig.
‘Cause Ìve got my own world to live through and uh, huh
And I ain’t gonna copy you.
White collar conservative flashin’ down the street
Pointin’ their plastic finger at me, ha !
They’re hopin’ soon my kind will drop and die but uh
Ìm gonna wave my freak flag high, high !
Oww !
Wave on, wave on…
Ah, ha, ha
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on mister business man, you can’t dress like me
Don’t nobody know what Ìm talkin’ about
Ìve got my own life to live
Ìm the one that’s gonna 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
