Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Air thick with talk of sex peace and race
Paradigms shifting all over the place
Boat rocking from alienation and rage
A paradoxical patriot leapt to the stage

Abbie and his band of merry yanksters
On a mission to mock imperialist gangsters
They were Marxists of the Groucho school
Guerrilla theater their radical tool

Skeptics called their ideas pie in the sky
So they threw the pie in politician’s eyes
Stuffed shirts never seemed to get the joke
Chuck ‘em if they can’t shake a yoke

Yippie!

Called the great unwashed to Washington
To cast out demons from the Pentagon
Couldn’t get the warmongers properly high
But angel heads arrived to give it a try

They tried to defy the law of gravity
Allergic to any kind of authority
Sent stockbrokers chasing phony dollars
Got them hot under their starched collars

They blamed him for a generation’s unrest
Tried him for putting freedom to the test
Both america’s orphan and his father
Stand-up subversive and professional bother

Yippie!

In Chicago the insubordinate freaks
Collected whacks on either cheek
Daley’s big show became a fiasco
Blasted by the Yippie torpedo

Abbie knew courtrooms had three rings
Delighted in jerking the judge’s strings
Brought elephant and donkey into the act
Charged with conspiring to get his skull cracked

Abbie took the heat for playing in the snow
But he was really a victim of Cointelpro
Radical clown from the revolution of fun
Went on the run and left a fatherless son

Yippie!