we’re fine as wine, living on Cloud 9
man, having a blast, life’s a gas
no flakes or finks, just cats, and chicks
wearing our shades, hanging loose at flicks
we’ll spend our bread get all decked out
undeniably bitchin’ and so far-out
in our hopped up ride, we’re cruising
a four on the floor, yeh, we’re bookin’
laying a patch looking clean and mean
we can’t sweat that gumball machine
counting padiddles and feeling marvy
pedal pushers, flip-flops and being groovy
hey, lay it on me now, don’t have a cow
don’t flip your wig, I hope you can dig
this slice of life from the nineteen sixties
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© Franci Eugenia Hoffman
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Thank you so much for sharing, Chuck! xoxo😘 🥰
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