Written by Michael Bacon  
  
"Hey man, how great were the 60's?!" - "Well...uh..." MB  
  
Overweight 60's rock star, staring from the TV screen   
Begging the youth of America, to live a life that's sober and clean   
But the kid's 17 in a ganja haze, this summer he's following Phish   
Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite dish   
Don't you do that blow, all around the world   
Don't you make that dough, don't you make them girls   
Am I even getting through to you son?   
Do like I say. Don't you do like I done   
  
She's a yellow rose of Texas, she's smiling from the crowd   
The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud   
He tells her that it's Earth Day and he loves all mankind   
She gives that talking unicorn her body, soul and her mind   
That American flag, you must invert   
As the sweat pours down his Mexican wedding shirt   
He leads her to oblivion   
Now the Rose is dead and he's long gone   
  
Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me   
Don't need a walk down memory lane   
I've had enough of that sorrow and pain   
Through your orange globs a-churning   
There're body bags and cities burning   
Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me   
  
401 North Broad Street, I'm standing in my underwear   
Turn your head and cough son, then go stand over there   
But me I've got my letters and my middle class ?an   
I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to Saigon   
Say hello to Vietnam