I'm Proud to Be O.K.
with no damn apologies to that dumb Okie Merle Haggard, and all those like him back then, who got suckered bad
I’m proud to be O.K. from the Sixties
I’m proud that I’ve been peaceful, gentle, kind
We won’t be a votin’ for the antichrist
A more naive Jim Crow they could not find
I’m proud to be a toker from the Sixties
The hippest, coolest people ever born
They still salute the flag down at the courthouse
Now it has one star and two big horns
I never burned Old Glory; I was drafted
Though that fad might make it after all
Once we’ve learned our “Christian” founders sold us out
Ben Franklin did it in … a French Masonic Hall
To thank the French for all the wine and pussy
And showing up to make the English crack
Washington, D.C. … dedicated to Lucifer
Aren’t you proud of how the Jesus freaks fought back!
I’m glad that I did all the things I did
Hating all your neighbors is a sin
I’m proud to be a hippie from the Sixties
And mad at all the traitors who caved in
She worn granny glasses, so did I
Nothing granny about her cute behind
We tossed the panties out … a couple miles ago
She ain’t wore a bra since ’69
And with the incense burning
The black light on her face
She looked like Vampirella as a girl
Before and after we made love,
I said grace in her curls
For she was mine of all the human race
Waiting for a stash was like for Christmas
Since those days I’ve learned much more of dope
Like Moses and the prophets traded sweet cane we call hemp
You know not all that hemp was used for rope
That’s why the gubment hates our marijuana
That’s why the brainwashed boozers hate us too
With Puff the Magic Dragon and the Walrus:
No-Nuke thinking, which Japan approves
Without the magic weed, we’re so aggressive
With it thoughtful, happy, intuitive
We might even be prophets … you just wait and see
Dead against war-mongering for profit
Rust Belt’s heading west, here comes the Mississippi
Eating after midnight,
Lots of Indian
Candlelight for light and wine for love and sleep
You couldn’t touch the music
And it was all brand new
They hated us and our message — but we had promises to keep.
Every two-way street has got two ways
There were times when reds gave me the blues
Bummin’ change to fly to Monte Carlo was fun
But we couldn’t shop for food … without no shirts and shoes.
I knew men who died for no good reason
China whom we feared now has bought us out
The businessmen who sold us out … bankrolled Vietnam
Our love of peace and living free … threatened them, no doubt
I’m proud because we staged a dress rehearsal
We sang of freedom in the Age of Aquarius
The demons of the deep … no longer will they sleep
Neptune’s no god, but he’s one ugly cuss
The beetles represent eternal life in Egypt
Love and peace, and no war any more
They could not withstand another … 1964
That’s why they gunned him down, vain masters of war!
They wanted to lynch him for speaking out the truth
I was raised a Christian … I liked him, I agreed
Shut my mouth … if the Walrus wasn’t right after all
The church is shrinking from its pride and greed
And the mystical man on the high water
Who taught us all the truth though they have killed the word
Christians follow Jews … for now they want us too
A hard rain is surely gonna fall
It’ll flood those tomb-like marbled halls
Katrina’s bringing with her all those vulture birds
All these crystal visions
I did not get … by merely getting stoned
The terror came for me when I was small
My mother’s bad decision,
Was no doubt innocent
Partying at Christmas in the dead Masonic Hall
The older generation
Who called us bums and queers
Because of pride they sold their souls to him
And yet we were the devils
Cause we fought war and fear
The truth is dawning slowly; the dying old sun dims
He’ll be the one to sell
The North American Union
Necessitated by the traitorous corporations
They call theirs Utopia
We just call ours heaven
I’m proud to be O.K. from this here generation
— rcg
Janet Devlin
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