He war is ten years over now
I'm walking down those black and white streets
My hair is on my shoulder now
I mystify everyone I meet

I'm going back to Bohemia
I'm going back with my sunglasses on
I'm going back to Bohemia
Let's hope Bohemia hasn't gone

My brother, he lived through changes
Read Kerouac and over-stepped the line
The girls he loved were beautiful
MJQ played the soundtrack of vibes

We're living through jazz
We're living through poetry
Don't want to be like our dads
Don't talk of sex talk of ecstasy

Hey, hey, Kruschev with a square head
John Kennedy in Marilyn's bed
No career in Korea
Don't forget what Lenny Bruce said:
" When you're dead, boy, you're a long time dead "

I'm going back to Bohemia
I'm going back with my sunglasses on
I'm going back to Bohemia
Let's hope Bohemia hasn't gone