Who Needs The Peace Corps?

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 and sleep
 On Owsley's floor
 Walked past the wig store
 Danced at the Fillmore
 I'm completely stoned
 I'm hippy and I'm trippy
 I'm a gypsy on my own
 I'll stay a week and get the crabs and
 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 on 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 lore
 I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
 How to get to Haight 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
 Because