Folk of the 80's
Well you can change your mind—it'll change your life
You're going crazy
It's not you don't want to work
It's just that you're lazy
And you can change your life—it'll change your mind
It's amazing in the folk of the 80's
And the folk of the 80's, is the folk of the cities
Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's
And don't grow a beard—they'll call you a hippie
Wear a construction/lumberjacking shirt
You don't really like it...but the effect seems to work
For all of my friends now, it's the uniform of the day
And I can't get away now, so I just want to say
That the folk of the 80's, is the folk of the cities
Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's
And don't cut your hair they'll call you a hippie
I could sing of machines
I could sing of bu*tons and bees
Others cry
Oh why should I
And bombs are falling
What happened to Tony?
He dug a hole in the ground
When no one was looking
It took him years to be found
Now, he's making a living
Selling parachutes door to door
You might never need one
But then again, there always a war
Because and the folk of the 80's, is the folk of the city
Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's
And don't cut your beard they'll call you a hippie
I could sing of machines
I could sing of bu*tons and bees
Others cry
Oh why should I
And bombs are falling
The folk of the 80's, is the folk of the cities
Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's
And don't grow a beard they'll call you a hippie
I could sing of machines
I could sing of bu*tons and bees
Others cry
Oh why should I
And bombs are falling
I could sing of the trees
I could sing of birds, love and peace
Others cry
Oh why should I
And bombs are falling
And bombs explode!