Folk of the 80's

Folk of the 80's

Well you can change your mind- it'll change your life

You're going crazy

It's not you don't want to work

It's just that you're lazy

And you can change your life- it'll change your mind

It's amazing in the folk of the 80's

And the folk of the 80's, is the folk of the city

Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's

And don't grow a beard- they'll call you a hippie

I wear a construction, lumber jacket and shirt

And I don't really like it, but hey, that seems to work

And all of my friends now, it's the uniform of the day

And I can't get away now, so I just want to say

That the folk of the 80's, is the folk of the city

Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's

And don't cut your hair they'll call you a hippie

I could sing of the trees

I could sing of buttons and bees

Others cry

Oh why should I

And bombs are falling

What happened to Tony?

He dug a hole in the ground

When no one was looking

It took him years to be found

Now, he's making a living

Selling parachutes door to door

You might never need one

But then again, there always a war

Because and the folk of the 80's, is the folk of the city

Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's

And don't cut your beard they'll call you a hippie

I could sing of the trees

I could sing of buttons and bees

Others cry

Oh why should I

And bombs are falling

The folk of the 80's, is the folk of the cities

Folk of the country is the folk of the 60's

And don't grow a beard they'll call you a hippie

I could sing of the trees

I could sing of buttons and bees

Others cry

Oh why should I

And bombs are falling

I could sing of the trees

I could sing of birds, love and peace

Others cry

Oh why should I

And bombs are falling

And bombs explode!