A place where old and young hippies converge ideas and old memories and relive the "Good Old Days", where you were too stoned to remember. Seriously the generation that invented the computer and psychidelic FX's. The controllers of the stock exchange and the champions of the free world!
And the sign says "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
So I put my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why?
He said you look like a fine outstanding young man, I think you'll do
So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that, huh, me working for you"
Signs, signs, everywhere there's signs.
Blockin out the scenery, breakin' my mind.
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?