Written by Michael Bacon       "Hey man, how great were the 60's?!" - "Well...uh..." MB       Overweight 60's rock star, staring from the TV screen    Begging the youth of America, to live a life that's sober and clean    But the kid's 17 in a ganja haze, this summer he's following Phish    Watching the aging rock star, coming through his satellite dish    Don't you do that blow, all around the world    Don't you make that dough, don't you make them girls    Am I even getting through to you son?    Do like I say. Don't you do like I done       She's a yellow rose of Texas, she's smiling from the crowd    The message is the medium and man that guy talks loud    He tells her that it's Earth Day and he loves all mankind    She gives that talking unicorn her body, soul and her mind    That American flag, you must invert    As the sweat pours down his Mexican wedding shirt    He leads her to oblivion    Now the Rose is dead and he's long gone       Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me    Don't need a walk down memory lane    I've had enough of that sorrow and pain    Through your orange globs a-churning    There're body bags and cities burning    Don't you leave that lava lamp on for me       401 North Broad Street, I'm standing in my underwear    Turn your head and cough son, then go stand over there    But me I've got my letters and my middle class é–˜an    I give some ghetto black boy his ticket to Saigon    Say hello to Vietnam