“If the sun refused to shine
I don’t mind; I don’t mind (yeah…)
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be; it ain’t me (alright)
Got my own world to look through and, uh…
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

Yes, now if six turned out to be nine
Well 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, uh…
And I ain’t gonna copy you.

White-collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me, huh.
They’re hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high—high!—waoh…!

Wave on, wave on…
Fall mountains…just don’t fall on me.
Go ahead on, Mr. Businessman—you can’t dress like me.
Nobody know what I’m talking about
I got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s going to die, when it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life…the way I want to.
There…sing on, brother
Play on, drummer…”