If 6 Was 9

1 Contributor If 6 Was 9 (Olympic Studios, London, UK, May 4, 1967) Lyrics Yeah, sing the song, bro If the sun refuse to shine I don't mind I don't mind If the mountains fell in the sea Let it be It ain't me 'Cause I got my own world to look through And I ain't gonna copy you Now if six turned out to be nine I don't mind I don't mind If all the hippies cut off all their hair I don't care I don't care, dig 'Cause I got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you White collared conservative flashing down the street Pointing their plastic finger at me, huh They're hoping soon, my kind will drop and die But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high, oh!Wave on, wave on Fall mountains, just don't fall on me Go ahead on, Mr. Businessman, you can't dress like me ...I got my own life to live I'm the one that's going to die when it's time for me to die So let me live my life The way I want to There Sing on, brother Play on, drummer