They took a whole bunch of acid So they could see where it’s at (It’s over there, over there, Over there, over there And underneath also) They lived on a whole bunch of nothing They thought they looked very good They’d never ever worry They were always in a hurry To convince themselves that what they were Was really very groovy Yes, they believed in all the papers And the magazines that defined their folklore They could never laugh At who or what they thought they were Or even what they thought They sorta oughta be They were totally empty (Totally empty) And their lives were really useless So what the fuck? They didn’t have no sense of humor Now they got nothing left To laugh about Including themselves
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They were mellow They were yellow They were wearing smelly blankets They looked like Donovan fans They walkin’ ‘round With stupid flowers In they hair and everywhere They tried to stuff ‘em up the guns Of all the cops And other servants of the law Who tried to push ‘em around And later moved ‘em down But they were full of all that shit That they believed in So what the fuck? (What the fuck?) Now I’ve seen ‘em tightenin’ up they headbands On the weekend And they get loaded When they came to town They walked around in Greenwich Village To buy posters they could hang up In them smelly little secret Black light bedrooms On Long Island Singin’: "Jimi come back!" Now come back and regulate the boy’s fuzz-tone Your haze was so purple It caused your axis to be bold as love Now Jimi (feed back) gimme some feedback Come back and feed back on my knapsack You can feed back the fuzz tone from your wah-wah While you bend down And set your stuff on fire
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We can turn it around We can do it again We can go back in time Through the canyons of your mind On the eve of destruction We can act like we are Something really special You just jump in the bath-tub With that other guy Jim And make him be more careful We can visit Big Mama And whap her on the back When she eats her sandwich (La la la la) We can take care of Janis When she gets so depressed She can’t take it no more We can laugh at Keith Moon’s jokes (Ha ha ha ha ha) And the colour TV (Ha ha) He threw out the windum From the second floor Everybody come back No one can do it like you used to If you listen to the radio And what they play today You can tell right away: All those assholes really need you! Turn and turn Turn and turn We’re turning again Turn and turn Turn and turn We’re turning again
Turn and turn Turn and turn We’re turning again Turn and turn Turn and turn We’re turning again