Written by Michael Bacon
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"Hey man, how great were the 60's?!" - "Well...uh..." MB
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Overweight 60's rock star, staring from the TV screen
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Begging the youth of America, to live a life that's sober and clean
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But the kid's 17 in a ganja haze, this summer he's following Phish
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Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite dish
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Don't you do that blow, all around the world
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Don't you make that dough, don't you make them girls
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Am I even getting through to you son?
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Do like I say. Don't you do like I done
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She's a yellow rose of Texas, she's smiling from the crowd
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The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud
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He tells her that it's Earth Day and he loves all mankind
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She gives that talking unicorn her body, soul and her mind
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That American flag, you must invert
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As the sweat pours down his Mexican wedding shirt
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He leads her to oblivion
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Now the Rose is dead and he's long gone
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Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me
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Don't need a walk down memory lane
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I've had enough of that sorrow and pain
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Through your orange globs a-churning
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There're body bags and cities burning
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Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me
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401 North Broad Street, I'm standing in my underwear
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Turn your head and cough son, then go stand over there
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But me I've got my letters and my middle class ˦an
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I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to Saigon
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Say hello to Vietnam
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Don't Leave the Lava Lamp on for Me
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| The Bacon Brothers |
