Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with that hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to
bed
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action, then I'm goin' home to
bed
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?
Hey Punk, where you goin' with those beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck

(Just at this moment, the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested by
FLOWER PUNK shortly before the song began TAKES EFFECT: before your
very ears his head blows up leaving a bizarre audial residue all
over your teen-age record player