You dirty hippie girl
Your soft lips make me swirl
I despise
Always said you were a youthquaker, Edie
A stormy little world
Fire woman, yeah
Shake, shake, shake, shake it, yeah
Wound up, can't
Go west young man
And break bread in the new lands
And
Down and out in London
Los Angeles and Paris, too, uh-huh
I
Free your mind and float away, ooh-ooh-ooh
Lose all time and
Yeah
Livin' in a shack in a one-horse town
Trying to get
Check this one
Fell to the red room because she was
Hot sticky scenes, you know what I mean
Like a
I said hep cats, sinners, brats
Suck on this for
Swirling pictures of never ending dreams
Pictures of never ending dreams
I
Oh the heads that turn
Make my back burn
And those heads
Let it be beautiful when I sing the last song
I
Yeah, I believe in freedom
Freedom is a vision
Her found religion
I
This is where it all ends
And the kinda dream that
All the hip young things
Trying to make a scene
Living out
So you finally found your rhythm, man
Got your funky ass
Hey you
You're a wild honey child
I'm out of control
Every time
Wild hearted son
Baby, the world didn't want me to run
To