Lyrics:

Yeah, sing the song, bro

If the sun refuse to shine
I dont mind
I dont mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be
It aint me

Cause I got my own world to look through
And I aint gonna copy you

Now if six turned out to be nine
I dont mind
I dont mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I dont care
I dont care, dig

Cause I got my own world to live through
And I aint gonna copy you

White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me, huh
Theyre hoping soon, my kind will drop and die
But Im gonna wave my freak flag high, high, oh!

Wave on, wave on

Fall mountains, just dont fall on me
Go ahead on, Mr. Businessman, you cant dress like me

...I got my own life to live
Im the one thats going to die when its time for me to die
So let me live my life
The way I want to
There
Sing on, brother
Play on, drummer