The '60s I worship the '60s I think they're coming back with smoking and dosing and getting attacked In 1960 we elected a Kennedy made our stinks my going to war Johnson, Nixon, and Watergate - Now Reagan's considered the whore. I worship the '60s, I think they're coming back I was born almost dead, not enough oxygen getting to my head it was the spring of '61, race to the moon had just begun ICBM's, the dawn of MADD the Earth will soon be had. I worship the '60s, I want them back smoking and dosing and being attacked born in '62, small wet and blue I had begun, good things were to come watched Viet Nam instead of football. I worship the '60s I think they're coming back with smoking and dosing and getting attacked '63 saw the beginnings of me I was born in the reign of Kennedy I grew up by wild Berekely where some did think with LSD Jimmy, Jim and Jerry make me cry they give out their souls but still they must die. Oh why, why was I born in '61 tell me why it was no fun I missed the Beatles, I missed John Kennedy's brains splattered on the windowshield with Jackie looking on. Whoa, whoa, too much man too many colors I can't handle it man, whoa. Chorus