smokin' pot on my boyfriend's shoulders, jumpin'up and down at woodstock,
wearin'the beads, drivin'the car, makin' a dancin' scene at a bar,
wearin' no make-up, wearin' no bras, livinin theday with no laws,
groovin' around, showinmy peace sign,
damn i should've been at woodstock
(chorus)i wannabe there with dasies in my hair, wanna sing about rain from dusk until dawn, wanna sit in a bar, strummin' my guitar, damn i should've been at woodstock;
thinkin' about the times we all shared, look at our parents they were all there, maybe someday we'll all get together again and figure out how to get back to woodstock;
it's a shame that i was born too late, a shame i wasn't there,
where no one had to wear shirts, and never brushed their hair, where everyone was all mellow and didn't really care, i wanna be there... i wanna be there...
chorus:
chorus:
(slowly) smokin'pot on my boyfriend's shoulders, jumpin up anddown at woodstock;
(fast again) 2007 they're comin'from heaven, wanna hurry and pack cuz we wanna go back, it's here for a while so get into the style, damn i wish i was at woodstock...
chorus:
chorus: ...
(talking) all we are manis dust... in the wind
