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Freak FlagOle Pete sat there in the break roomTalkin’ of his younger daysSaid ”I wore John Lennon glassesDrove my red Volkswagen and puffed the magic dragonIn a purple hazeGave that bus a rainbow paintjobSo it looked psychedelicNow with grey hair and a pony-tailI feel like some old relicBut back then we had causes and songsAnd an outcast felt like he belongedI waved my freak flagI’m the rebel typeI let my clothes n musicBe my stars n stripesDidn’t care if people freaked outI’d rise up and speak outNow my Nehru jacket’s nothing but ragsBut in my heart I’m still wavin’ my freak flagWhen I gave ole Chaz a ride homeJames Brown came on the radioChaz said he loved the ladiesHow he chased that nookie, yeah he’d get down and boogieWith his tumbleweed ‘froAnd he useta fight the powerWith Brother James and FunkadelicNow with his bald dome and bad hipHe felt like some old relicHe said “yeah we had causes and songsAnd an outcast felt like he belongedI waved my freak flagI’m the rebel typeI let my clothes n musicBe my stars n stripesDidn’t care if people freaked outI’d rise up and speak outNow when I hear Papa’s Got a Brand New BagIn my heart I’m still wavin’ my freak flagYesterday I walked in a cd shopThose punks thought I was an undercover copWith their blue Mohawks and black mascaraI was a relic from another eraBut I stood proud with my Texas buckle n boot cut jeansFelt ‘em all stare when I bought some Robert Earl KeeneI waved my freak flagI’m the rebel typeI let my clothes n musicBe my stars n stripesI don’t care if people freak outI’ll rise up and speak outUntil the day that freedom’s a sinI’ll wave my freak flag in the wind©2007 Robert George