If Six Was Nine

If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, no baby I don't mind
And if the mountains fell in the sea
It ain't me, you know you've got to be free

I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

Now if six turned out to be nine
I don't mind, no baby I don't mind,
If all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, no baby I don't care

Because I, I've got my own world to live through,
And I ain't gonna copy you

White collar conservative walkin' down the street
Pointin' their plastic finger at me,
Hopin' my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high,
So..., play on drummer

I've got my own world to live through,
And I ain't gonna copy you