Like a hippie boomer with constellations Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes Until the morning with their arms open ‘Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies
You said trip, we could dip Follow all the yellow bricks Take the top off your lip Like it’s 1966 What’s your scene? Lucid dreams Kind that taste like gasoline Throw myself And don’t forget me, though
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Like a hippie boomer with constellations Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes Until the morning with their arms open ‘Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies
You said trip, we could dip Follow all the yellow bricks Take the top off your lip Like it’s 1966 What’s your scene? Lucid dreams Kind that taste like gasoline Throw myself And don’t forget me, though
Oh, will you please know how to party? Oh, will you please know how to move? Oh, will you please know how to party? Oh, will you please know how to move? Hey
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance
Like a hippie boomer with constellations Can you read my vulture? With darkness in your eyes Until the morning with their arms open ‘Cause a piggy bowling, through kaleidoscopic skies
You said trip, we could dip Follow all the yellow bricks Take the top off your lip Like it’s 1966 What’s your scene? Lucid dreams Kind that taste like gasoline Throw myself And don’t forget me, though
Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance Oh, here we go again, it’s that two-bit hippie dance