Flower Punk

Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band.
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt.
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that
hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action,
then I'm goin' home to bed.
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action,
then I'm goin' home to bed.
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those
beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those
beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me
be a nervous wreck...
(Just at this moment, the 2700
microgram dose of STP ingested by
FLOWER PUNK shortly before the
song began TAKES EFFECT: before
your very ears his head blows up...
leaving a bizarre audial residue all over
your teen-age record player!)