Psychedelic Afternoon

Grandpa swore he'd never cut his hair-in'67

Going on a trip to Grandpa's farm-the hippie commune

He don't even watch TV at all-so weird

But my grandpa's cool with me

Mama says that grandpa is naive-from too much trippin'

Grandpa even sang his songs for free-at the demonstration

All the Punks and Yuppie Scum they laugh-at him

But my grandpa's cool with me

Psychedelic Afternoon

Let's all sing a hippie tune

I will sing my song for you

That grandpa taught to me

We saw a shooting star from on a hill-across the heavens

The real reality is just unreal-in my opinion

Laughing Dancing Joking Talking all-the time

And my grandpa's cool with me

Psychedelic Afternoon

Let's all sing a hippie tune

I will sing my song for you

That grandpa taught to me

Psychedelic Afternoon

Let's all sing a hippie tune

I will sing my song for you

That grandpa taught to me

Oh yeah…

My grandpa taught to me…

to me…