How many more times can the Grateful Dead play their set How much longer before they o.d. and we see them dead Long greasy hair, tye-dyed shirt wearing waste All part of the Sixties retro-fashion parade Tune in and tune out, what a f**in' waste Peace, love, and anarchy, give me a f**in' break CHORUS The Sixties are over, now they 're good and dead Stop your Sixties retro, bell bottoms make us sick Fill your head with d** until your mind just can 't think Stuff your f**in' d**, it's beer I 'd rather drink Look at your hair, look at our stare, you 're the victim tonight The boot goes in, it 's just a sin, your friends are nowhere insight CHORUS