if six was nine

, yeah, sing the song bro', if the sun refused to shine, i don't mind, i don't mind, if the mountains fell in the sea, let it be, it ain't me, all right, 'cause i got my own world to look through, and i ain't gonna copy you, now if six turned out to be nine, i don't mind, i don't mind, if all the hippies cut off all their hair, i don't care, i don't care, dig, 'cause i got my own world to live through, and i ain't gonna copy you, white collar conservatives flashing down the street, pointing their plastic finger at me, they're hoping soon my kind will drop and die, but i'm gonna wave my freak flag high, fall mountain, just don't fall on me, go on mr. business man, you can't dress like me, you don't even know what i'm talking about, i'm the one that's got to die, when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way i want to, sing on brother, play on drummer