A Haight Street Beatnik Kerouacian Ripoff in "E"
There's a line at the phone
Outside the record store
Call your friend call your mom
You finally made it to Haight
Pilgrim travellers sleep in the doorway
Of the Salvation Army thrift store
Before the old lady could even
Turn off the lights
Mystic crystal girls
Serve pizza by the slice
A scowl answers--Sausage!
Beastly request of toppings
Caffeine free Krishnas
Pound their tambourines to the beat
Latte Latte Cappuccino high
Latte Latte Cappuccino high
High is the word of Haight
Panhandled teens from the Midwest delight
The place to go the place to ride
The wild high dreamers
Counter rebellious rebels remind
The taxi driver tells me on my way out of town
That the sixties were the real thing
All that's gone now....
Only the death of the hippie parade
That passed by must've kept going
Because the mecca of crossroads
Of Ashbury and Haight
Is the wanderers Graceland
Far off from the Bay
I think it was Count Basie that said
Every town in America has a Haight Street
Except maybe Vegas