Run, Run, Run

(álbum: A Whole New Thing - 1967)

Run, run, run, they don't like what we're thinking
At least we are not staggering from drinking

Say, dig!
Don't try to figure out
What's happening inside their head
Ain't too much going on
Inside the head of the dead

Run, run, run, to avoid the hassling
When he bugs you, you know his mind is wrestling

Say, dig!
What?
The groovy music, inside my head is soaking
And the... to tell me what I should be smoking

Bop-bop...

People, listen!
People, listen!
People, listen!

People, people

Run, run, run, they don't like what we're wearing
The colors we like, they're doing a lot of staring

Say, dig!
What?
Things we do upset their flesh and blood and bone
But I got an idea!
Maybe what they oughta do is leave their flesh and blood and bone at home