Yasgur’s Farm was a scene of love
Hippies come, although
Porta-loo’s sadly und’supplied:
Three days changed Rock and Roll
And they played in mud
Sang songs and they made some love
They did paint their bods
What’s more, man, they played in mud

Many crawled through the (barbed?) wire fence
Many more got pissed
Townshend quashed Abbe Hoffman’s speech
Hendrix he say, sky was kissed!

And they played in mud
What’s more: ran around in buff
Yes they ran amok…
Knocked war - and they played in mud

...Embodied the mood...they embodied the mood...

Ohm…ohm…ohm…

Early mornings, August dawns
Pot wafts out under Bethel’s sky
LSD, beads, beards did thrive
World re-create’ tie-dyed

And they played in mud
Two deaths but as many bubs
Now the myth is done
No more is the Summer of Love
Now drive Toy-otas
Stocks, bonds, and the name of Yup
Real estate, ties, rugs
Lattes purchased at Starbucks