Lyrics If 6 Was 9 - Thomas Naim, Hugh Coltman

If 6 Was 9

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
Alright, I got my own world to look through
And I ain’t gonna copy you
Now if a 6 turned out to be 9
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 going to copy you
White-collared conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They’re hoping soon, my kind will drop and die
But I’m going to wave my freak flag high
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Businessman, you can’t dress like me
Nobody knows what I’m talking about
I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s going to have 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