Who Needs The Peace Corps?

What's there to live for?

Who needs the peace corps?

Think I'll just drop out

I'll go to Frisco, buy a wig

And sleep on Owsley's floor



Walked past the wig store

Danced at the Fillmore

I'm completely stoned

I'm hippy and I'm trippy

I'm a gypsy on my own

I'll stay a week and get the crabs

And take a bus back home

I'm really just a phony

But forgive me 'cause I'm stoned



Every town must have a place

Where phony hippies meet

Psychedelic dungeons

Popping up on every street

Go to San Fransisco...



How I love ya, how I love ya

How I love ya, how I love ya, Frisco!

How I love ya, how I love ya

How I love ya, how I love ya

Oh, my hair's getting good in the back!



Every town must have a place

Where phony hippies meet

Psychedelic dungeons

Popping up on every street

Go to San Fransisco...



Hotcha!



[spoken]



First I'll buy some beads

And then perhaps a leather band

To go around my head

Some feathers and bells

And a book of Indian lore

I will ask the Chamber of Commerce

How to get to Haight Street

And smoke an awful lot of dope

I will wander around barefoot

I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times

I will love everyone, I will love the police

As they kick the shit out of my in the street

I will sleep...

I will... I will go to a house

That's, that's what I will do

I will go to a house

Where there's a rock 'n roll band

'Cause the groups all live together

And I will join a rock 'n roll band

I will be their road manager

And I will stay there with them

And I will get the crabs

But I won't care



[From the 1967 release 'We're Only In It For The Money']