I’m told 1969 was the most erotic year
That’s what Gainsbourg claimed at least
Today, in consumerism’s dizzying era
I sit with a headache
–
Gone is the age of aquarius and its free love
Now it’s free parking and free samples
Nothing erotic unless it sells
The hot girls gyrate to hawk shit
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Such a shame the hippies lost
Or gave up I should say
Surrendered their ideas
To push their stocks up a fraction of a point
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Maybe I missed that erotic year
Maybe I just missed some fake bullshit
Or just different fake bullshit
A different ocean of bullshit from the one I wallow in every day.
