We had a party in honor of Woodstock's 40th anniversary. It was a great event. Thousands of psychedelic relics, rolling their own...oxygen tanks. The Jefferson Facelift played. There was a loitering contest. I dressed completely in hemp, because it IS more comfortable than cotton. And I've never had a pair of pants that stayed lit that long. But no nudity, unless you count baldness. And no theme song. So I ripped off my clothes and wrote this song...
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**tapping foot**
I mean hey, we're waiting . . .
5:16pm
Sunny Isles Beach, FL
I know some psychedelic relics and this guy is too young to be one.
I'm just glad I was too scared to do drugs in the 60's--and ever after.
Thanks Dad.