It aint no joke Id like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey I know its just a song but its spice for the recipe
This is a love attack I know it went out but its back.
Its just like any fad it retracts before impact
And just like fashion its a passion for the
with it and hip
If you got the goods theyll come
and buy it just to stay in the clique
So dont delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if youre still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun you might
as well be walkin on the sun

Twenty-five years ago they spoke out
and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin and clappin man what the hell happened
Then some were spellbound some were hellbound
Some they fell down and some got back up and
Fought back gainst the melt down
And their kids were hippie chicks all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin the true meaning of it

So dont delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if youre still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun you might as well be walkin on the sun

It aint no joke when a mamas handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her babys life has been revoked
The bond is broke up so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard cant perform no godlike hocus-pocus
So dont sit back kick back
and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at 10:00 your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away

So dont delay act now supplies are running out
Allow if youre still alive six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun you might as well be walkin on the sun