It was the summer of love, and I thank the stars above
Because the woman took a loving over me
And just to gain her trust, I bought a microbus
Because I sold off all my personal property
A tied tie-dyed dress, she was a psychedelic mess
We toured to the north, south, east and west
We sold some mushroom tea, we sold some XTC
We sold nitrous, opium, acid, heroin and PCP
And now I hear the police coming after me
Yes now I hear the police coming after me
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair
She's got the police coming after me...