If 6 Was 9 - Thomas Naim, Hugh Coltman

If the sun refused to shine

I don’t mind, I don’t mind

If the mountains fell in the sea

Let it be, it ain’t me

Alright, I got my own world to look through

And I ain’t gonna copy you

Now if a 6 turned out to be 9

I don’t mind, I don’t mind

If all the hippies cut off all their hair

I don’t care, I don’t care

Dig, cause I got my own world to live through

And I ain’t going to copy you

White-collared conservatives flashing down the street

Pointing their plastic finger at me

They’re hoping soon, my kind will drop and die

But I’m going to wave my freak flag high

Wave on, wave on

Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me

Go ahead on Mr. Businessman, you can’t dress like me

Nobody knows what I’m talking about

I’ve got my own life to live

I’m the one that’s going to have to die

When it’s time for me to die

So let me live my life the way I want to

Sing on brother

Play on drummer