The Sixties

[Intro]
I have a painter friend who says he actually slept with Jacqueline Kennedy
Or was it John Kennedy?
Maybe it was Jacqueline Bisset
At any rate, I can tell I'm startin' wrong
Let me begin again

[Verse 1]
There's a new breed of man, he's got a wife and some kids
He works behind a desk beside a computer
He watches a lot of television, belongs to a health club
Drinks things like Cutty and 7, whatever that is
He wears faded Levi's and Gucci loafers
His hair is long and perfectly groomed
He smokes the best marijuana
Wears a gold coke spoon in his pocket
And his speech is riddled with jargon like, "Far out"
"Do your own thing", "I hear you", "Into it"
"Blow my mind" and "Freak"
You know, "I'm a sports freak"
"I'm a jazz freak"
"I'm a video freak"
He hates accident
Never questions authority

[Chorus]
Politicians don't debate
They transcendental meditate
Stockbrokers aren't in at ten
They're all strung out on heroin
Baseball players aren't so square
They've got beards and stringy hair
Car dealers don't just sell drive trains
They sometimes also deal cocaine

[Verse 2]
When he was young and out struggling to climb the ladder
He used to fight with his wife or have a night out with the boys
And he'd maybe go to a bar and try to pick up some strange, if you get my drift
And after a while, he started hearing about free love
And he felt left out
And he tortured his imagination dreaming of pot parties
With those suntanned girls in halter tops with their cutoffs slit up to their belt loops
Then he saw a picture in Playboy of Ursula Andress on the arm of some hippie and that did it
He began his rebellion late
And now he's got a designer camper
And one time he even got to sleep in it with one of those girls in the cutoffs
But it made me feel awful
'Cause he had to pay her fifty dollars
And it was twenty for anybody else

[Chorus]
Politicians don't debate
They transcendental meditate
Stockbrokers aren't in by ten
They're all strung out on heroin
Baseball players aren't so square
They've got beards and stringy hair
Car dealers don't just sell drive trains
They sometimes also deal cocaine

[Post-Chorus]
Here's the brave new world
On a mirror

[Bridge]
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety
Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, sixty, sixty, sixty

[Outro]
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good, la-la, la-la
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good, la-la, la-la
Keep all the bad, destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good
Keep all the bad, hey
And destroy all the good