The STP Song

Once a friendly stranger said to me
Hippies call it STP
You're a friendly stranger, I can see
Take a whiff on me
Have a revelation, the first one's free
Soon you'll be addicted to eternity
We'll be pushers, cosmic style
It's too late to stop now
You're a Nova Cop now hippies call it STP
Look at all them hippies do their thing
Hippies call it STP

Trying to be the next week ripoff king
Take a whiff on me
Seems he was a flower child just last week
Now he's got the clap and
He's a needle freak
Good thing love's all you need
Brand new generation brand new explanation
Hippies call it STP

Meanwhile in a headshop in Provincetown
Hippies call it STP a gentle
Soulful cat's putting soldiers down
Take a whiff on me soldiers getting salty
But the cat don't mind
Getting soldiers salty helps the cat unwind
He's a narc on a lark busy as a beaver
Just a gay deceiver hippies call it STP

Going to the country where everything's free
Going to the country, and you can't catch me
I can't stand that bad city
All I do there is shoot junk
(Gong around, gong around
Keep on kicking that gong around
Tears me up, brings me down
But I gotta keep kicking that gong around)

Be my flower child, little girl
Hippies call it STP
Lemme be your guru for awhile
Take a whiff on me
'Splain dat to me Kingfish
It ain't too clear
King it to me, 'splainfish
Said the engineer now you know why I veer
Yummy yummy yummy sucking off a mummy
Hippies call it STP