What's there to live for? Who needs the peace corps? Think i'll just drop out I'll go to frisco Buy a wig & sleep On owsley's floor Walked past the wig store Danced at the fillmore I'm completely stoned I'm hippy & i'm trippy I'm a gypsy on my own I'll stay a week & get the crabs & Take a bus back home I'm really just a phony But forgive me 'cause i'm stoned Every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up every street Go to san francisco How i love ya, how i love ya How i love ya, how i love ya frisco! How i love ya, how i love ya How i love ya, how i love ya Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! every town must have a place Where phony hippies meet Psychedelic dungeons Popping up on every street Go to san francisco... Hotcha! First i'll buy some beads And then perhaps a leather band To go around my head Some feathers and bells And a book of indian lure I will ask the chamber of commerce How to get to height street And smoke an awful lot of dope I will wander around barefoot I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times I will love everyone I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street I will sleep... I will, i will go to a house That's, that's what i will do I will go to a house Where there's a rock roll band 'cause the groups all live together And i will join a rock & roll band I will be their road manager And i will stay there with them And i will get the crabs But i won't care