Remember what your parents said in sixty-four?
When they saw you grow your hair and didn't want to see more.
You swore you'd never be like them
and you stood for your convictions rebel girls and men.
Frisco flower power sixty-seven
and hippies had their cool thought they had their heaven.
Screwed their heads up when they used their dope.
Now they're so messed up that they've lost all hope.
Look and see the kids how they've cut their hair.
See the pins and the blades that they like to wear.
You hate them and you don't want more
and you're just like your parents were in sixty-four.
You're a rebel too.
