Lyric Flower Punk

Hey Punk, where you goin with that
flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin with that
flower in your hand?
Well, I m goin up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band.
Well, I m goin up to Frisco to join a
psychedelic band.
Hey Punk, where you goin with that
button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin with that
button on your shirt?
Well, I m goin to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt.
Well, I m goin to a love-in to sit & play
my bongos in the dirt.
Hey Punk, where you goin with that
hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin with that
hair on your head?
I m goin to the dance to get some action,
then I m goin home to bed.
I m goin to the dance to get some action,
then I m goin home to bed.
Hey Punk, where you goin with those
beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin with those
beads around your neck?
I m goin to the shrink so he can help me
be a nervous wreck...
(Just at this moment, the 2700
microgram dose of STP ingested by
FLOWER PUNK shortly before the
song began TAKES EFFECT: before
your very ears his head blows up...
leaving a bizarre audial residue all over
your teen-age record player!)