1969

I ain't got no money, but my love is real

I'm gonna drop some acid, I wanna smoke some weed

I wanna fuck you like it's 1969.

She's got them go-go boots, she's a flower child

We could go all the way, but first you wait a while

I wanna party like it's 1969.

'69 Summer of Love, 1980 summer of drugs

Man, I shoulda been a hippie, dropped the acid with Janice and Jimmy

Do me while I hit the doobie

Flower in her ear, natural boobies

Coochie bushy as fuck, free love and the V Dub Bus

Woodstock here I come, with a bag of 'shrooms

And my loaded love gun, so huh, just relax, kick back and hit this hash

Thumbs up on the shoulder pads, you know the rules: ass, grass or cash. Stay high, stay lude, say goodbye to my bottle of Quelude.

I ain't got no money, but my love is real

I'm gonna drop some acid, I wanna smoke some weed

I wanna fuck you like it's 1969.

She's got them go-go boots, she's a flower child

We could go all the way, but first you wait a while

I wanna party like it's 1969.

Everybody's poppin bottles and dreamin about goin out with models

I spend a lot on a round of shots, I get drunk and I clown a lot

But I wish I could go back in time, back to 1969

Maybe hit a few orgies, y'all, and have unsafe sex with gorgeous broads

Yea, that's what's up, I could use my dick to express my love

Because I love you baby, that was 40 years ago I must be crazy

You wanna get your hype with me, then go far away from society

I just know want to fuck you now, let's drop out and make a love child.

I ain't got no money, but my love is real

I'm gonna drop some acid, I wanna smoke some weed

I wanna fuck you like it's 1969.

She's got them go-go boots, she's a flower child

We could go all the way, but first you wait a while

I wanna party like it's 1969.