The Gra** Roots - Dinner for Eight lyrics

"hey man, how great were the 60's?!" - "well...uh..." mb Overweight 60's rock star, staring from the tv screen Begging the youth of america, to live a life that's sober and clean But the kid's 17 in a ganja haze, this summer he's following phish Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite dish Don't you do that blow, all around the world Don't you make that dough, don't you make them girls Am i even getting through to you son? Do like i say. don't you do like i done She's a yellow rose of texas, she's smiling from the crowd The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud He tells her that it's earth day and he loves all mankind She gives that talking unicorn her body, soul and her mind That american flag, you must invert As the sweat pours down his mexican wedding shirt He leads her to oblivion Now the rose is dead and he's long gone Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me Don't need a walk down memory lane I've had enough of that sorrow and pain Through your orange globs a-churning There're body bags and cities burning Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me 401 north broad street, i'm standing in my underwear Turn your head and cough son, then go stand over there But me i've got my letters and my middle cla** élan I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to saigon Say hello to vietnam