If Six Was Nine

(in a whisper: yeah, if six was done)

If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, I don't mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be, it ain't me
All right, 'cause I got my own world to look through
And I ain't gonna copy you

Now if six turned out to be nine
I don't mind, I don't mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don't care, I don't care
Dig, 'cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

White collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high (high)