You want to give the world a chill-out pill; Like the one Coke was pretending to be in the 70’s. Old fashion styles always come back and you declare love is now back in fashion. And when something is in fashion, the in-crowd wants in on the in-thing. They’ll all come.
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You say the hippies were all peace and love then, suddenly, the spirit disappeared. Some were true believers, some sold out, but the children were all hypocrites because when something is fashionable, meaning is lost.
You call to action. The misery out there is no joke. There’s no 60’s magic in the air.“Don’t sit back, it’s time to act.”
The news is doom and gloom. You warn: Blow your mind and you will be absent for the next generation.
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I hear you romanticize the hippies. It wasn’t all Woodstock and Love-Ins. Let’s romanticize together. Let’s forget the Weatherman, My Lai and Kent State. Now we’re singing happily, in harmony.
It ain’t no joke I’d like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know it’s just a song but it’s spice for the recipe
This is a love attack
I know it went out but it’s back
It’s just like any fad
It retracts before impact
And just like fashion it’s a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods they’ll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique
So don’t delay act now
Supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive
Six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun
Twenty-five years ago they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singing and clapping man what the hell happened
Then some were spellbound some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up and
Fought back against the melt down
And their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it
So don’t delay act now
Supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive
Six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun
It ain’t no joke when a mama’s handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby’s life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can’t perform no godlike hocus-pocus
So don’t sit back kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at 10:00 your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby’s old enough to relate
So don’t delay act now
Supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive
Six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer’s shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun — Smash Mouth, “Walkin’ On the Sun”, Fush Yu Mang (1997)
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