David and Diana and the Summer of Love

Diana ran a hippie clothing shop in '67,
A former debutante who thought she'd died and gone to heaven!
Up in the Haight she'd sell sweet long-haired boys her beads and leathers
And then she'd take them home and teach them how to work with feathers!

One day a handsome boy came in from working on the farms,
And he was smitten with Diana's braless tie-dyed charms;
Since it was near to closing time and there were no more buyers,
They went into the black-light room to light each other's fires.

Ten minutes later his old lady stormed in through the door,
She caught them in the velvet cushions scattered on the floor;
She grabbed a black-light fixture in that room so psychedelic,
And when she struck, Diana's lovely head became a relic!

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Oh, the hip and the straight, the hawks and the doves,
Life was never boring in the Summer of Love!

Diana's spirit then surveyed that scene so grim and shady,
"I might be dead," she thought, "but I was sure one foxy lady!"
She was a truly gorgeous ghost, a babe most absolutely,
But no one else could see her, and that bothered her acutely.

When thirty some-odd years had passed, the Haight was not exciting,
Her store was now an office for insurance underwriting.
The brightly colored paisleys and the incense made for sages
Had been replaced with Naugahyde and carpeting in beiges.

The people there were wealthy snobs who only talked of money,
If all this was a joke, Diana did not find it funny.
She'd cry some ghostly tears, and shake her cute transparent head,
"I'd try to end it all," she'd moan, "but I'm already dead!"

CHORUS

David was a student in the East Coast halls of ivy
Who didn't find accounting, law or finance very lively.
A rabid Jimi Hendrix fan, he bought a Stratocaster,
With dreams of groupies by the ton when he became its master.

Then one night on a TV program sponsored by Nabisco
He heard a song about some gentle folks in San Francisco.
He headed for Route 80 in his leather vest and chinos,
And hitchhiked 'cross the country 'til he found himself in Reno.

And in that gambling city with its neon lights refulgent,
Some daisies for his long blonde hair made David feel indulgent.
He dashed across the highway for those posies so poetic,
But when the semi hit him, what was left was quite pathetic...

CHORUS

So David's ghost would hitch for rides from drivers in Nevada,
He'd disappear before their eyes, they'd lose their enchiladas.
But when he'd been some thirty-something summers bound for Frisco,
A fox with silver dreadlocks picked him up outside a disco.

She'd heard of how he'd get in cars, then vanish like a rabbit;
She said, "I'd like to see you break this old and silly habit.
I'll take you to the Haight, then you can leave this road behind,
It's true a long, long time has passed, but who knows what you'll find?"

He said, "Okay," and as they drove, she said, "I'm well past fifty,
And when my body throbs and aches, I think it might be nifty
To be forever frozen in my favorite time and place,"
She dropped him off, a lustful smile on his ghostly face.

CHORUS

The night when David finally reached the haight was dark and foggy,
"My god," he thought, "There's no one here but rich folks and their doggies!"
But then his vision flickered as one storefront shifted shape,
Patchouli filled his nostrils and he stood with mouth agape-

Before him was Diana's store in all its former glory;
Inside it was the girl herself like Venus in the stories.
They fell into each other's arms, their kisses long and steamy,
Much later on Diana said, "I guess that you can see me!"

And when they went outside they found the Haight of '67,
"Oh, my," they said, "This has to mean we've gone to Hippie Heaven!"
And now they party day and night, forever young and merry,
With Janis, Jimi Hendrix too, and even dear old Jerry!

CHORUS - "life IS never boring..." (Repeat Chorus)

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