Sex, drugs and rock and roll
chips, dips and leather whips
the generation of being all about "me"
growing up in the 1970's...

Cannabis dreams and swims to the moon
Erica my lover from Germantown, PA
love upon the river wonderland starlit sand
opiated hashish carpet rides to far away lands..

Rock concerts decibel levels Who and Rolling Stones
age of excess to the American extreme
mom it's my birthday do you understand my need
I can't use this gift card to go buy some weed...

Erica and those summer nights would call
Bruce Springsteen taking us to Jungleland
my posse and I never stationary or without fun
we realized then we were Born to Run...

Soon the 80's came and I grew up
Erica was gone my sweet loving cup
I chose the military and college instead
of being like some six feet under and dead...

I'm still here for a purpose I know
my late teen years was the real "That '70s Show"