Lyric If 6 Was 9

Yeah, sing a song, Bro

If the sun refuse to shine,
I don t mind,
I don t mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
Let it be,
It ain t me.

Alright, cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain t gonna copy you.

Now if, ah, 6 turned out to be 9,
I don t mind, I don t mind,
Alright, if the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don t care, I don t care.

Dig, cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain t gonna copy you.

White collared conservative 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.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don t fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can t dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.