I'd like to do a cover tune tonight
With all due respect to the grandmaster
Mr jimi Hendrix
And it's entitled "If 6 Were 9"

Come on

If the sun refused to shine
I don't mind, no, baby I don't mind
And if the mountains fell in the sea
It ain't me, let it be
I got, I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

Now if six turned out to be nine
I don't mind, no, baby, I don't mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don't care, no, baby, I don't care
Because I
I've got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

White collar conservative walking
Down the street
Pointing his plastic finger at me
Hoping my kind will soon die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high
So high play on drummer
I've got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

I've got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you
Thank you, Jimi Hendrix