Who Needs The Peace Corps
Frank Zappa
Letra

What's there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?

Think i'll just drop out
I'll go to frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On owsley's floor

Walked past the wig store
Danced at the fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy & i'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony
But forgive me
'cause i'm stoned

Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up every street
Go to san francisco

How i love ya, how i love ya
How i love ya, how i love ya frisco!
How i love ya, how i love ya
How i love ya, how i love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back! every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to san francisco...

Hotcha!

First i'll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of indian lure
I will ask the chamber of commerce
How to get to height street
And smoke an awful lot of dope

I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep...
I will, i will go to a house
That's, that's what i will do
I will go to a house
Where there's a rock roll band
'cause the groups all live together
And i will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And i will stay there with them
And i will get the crabs
But i won't care