Who Needs The Peace Corps? Lyrics - The Mothers Of Invention

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 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 . . .