Sixties

Wanna be a Sixties Folk Singer
Be a man with a guitar in hand
Wanna be a Sixties Folk Singer
And sing all the songs of the land
The man who is working, he’ll be my trade
The women will love me, I’m gonna get laid
And people will see, the good that is me
Cos I know that protest in heaven is made

I am a Sixties Folk Singer
I travel the seas and the plains
I am a Sixties Folk Singer
I sing of the toil and the pain
I’ve grown me some face hair, to fight the State
I sing all the songs of the love and the hate
I try to be free, and I try to find me
Cos I know that worse than death is our fate

I was a Sixties Folk Singer
And now I am old but not wise
I was a Sixties Folk Singer
Jaded by deceit and lies
The man who was working he just didn’t care,
He’s taken the money, he’s no longer there
Truth and honesty mean nothing to me
Only options and shares give you true dignity