Retro man, in a camper van,
Not as it all seems,
On route 66, getting his kicks,
Living the American Dream,
Writing songs, short and long,
With a joint in one hand and a guitar in the other,
Hippy by heart, straight from the start,
Calling everyone sister and brother,
Make no mistake, friendly face,
Picking up hitchhikers along the way,
Going to be a big star, but not get far,
Heading down to Californ-I-A,
Songs got rejected, brain infected,
Going to start a new revolution,
Wanted fame, but not in the game,
The world’s one great big institution,
Poor girl dies, now we know why,
In the hills of Los Angeles,
August the 8th, a night full of hate,
When the family went on a spree,
The books I read, the films I see,
A tragedy occurred that’s for sure,
Ain’t it bad, ain’t it sad,
But the murderer is remembered more.