Calling all you free thinkers, Whom none understand, Come in through the out door, We're starting a band. We'll have violins, classical, And old blues guitar. We'll mix Reggae and New Age, With some sounds from my car. If it works out, That's great, If it doesn't, who cares? We'll just moon anybody, Who comments or stares. Then we'll march down the street, Wearing colors that clash. Picking up treasures, We find in the trash. We'll sneak into and office, And pass out pink flowers, We'll paint cubicle murals, And set clocks up three hours. We can laugh at blond starlets, With oversized breasts, As we stick out our bellies And suck in our chests. Then we'll bed down at nine, When our long day is done. For we'll be up at five, Just to greet the new sun. We will keep up our fight, Against all who conform, And we will continue, 'Til abnormal's the norm.