Run, run, run, they don't like what we're thinking At least we are not staggering from drinking Say, dig! Don't try to figure out What's happenin' inside their head Ain't too much goin' on Inside the head of the dead Run, run, run, to avoid the hasslin' When he bugs you, you know his mind is wrestlin' Say, dig! What? The groovy music, inside my head is soakin' And the to tell me what I should be smokin' Bop-bop People, listen! People, listen! People, listen! People, people Run, run, run, they don't like what we're wearin' The colors we like, they're doin' a lot of starin' Say, dig! What? Things we do upset their flesh and blood and bone But I got an idea! Maybe what they oughta do is leave their flesh and blood and bone at home