Vaguely Reminiscent of the 60's

Do you recognize the taste of the tear gas and the mace
In it's vaguely reminiscent of the 60s?
Ah, these cops don't seem to know
We went through this years ago
They are so vaguely reminiscent of the 60s

I hear angry students rant
About their three-mile island plant, their chant
It's vaguely reminiscent of the 60s
The inner city gets the chant
Now they are bringing back the draft, I laughed
It's vaguely reminiscent of the 60s

While the lobster men and hippies in New Hampshire picket disco
The gays are taking over the streets of San Francisco
How the hell won't they stay home or patronize their local disco?
It's so being reminiscent of the 60s

Well, the folks at Ferris slacks dump the bosses off their backs
Their act was vaguely reminiscent of the 30s
And imagine my surprise to see those old gray panthers rise
My God, half of them are women in their 80s

What do all these protests mean?
Well, my friend
Time magazine explains they're vaguely reminiscent of the 60s

They're anachronistic fossils, Atavistic apostle
They can't hustle
They're still twisty with the 60s

We got SWAT teams for the hot schemes of the independentistas
And grand juries for the furies of the angry feministas
So hey, ruler J, and just sit there on your keister
Or else be-

I hear people singing songs about what's right and what is wrong
Their song is (phew) painfully reminiscent of the 60s
How the hell can they play music when their guitars are acoustic
I can't use it, I had to lose it in the 60s

As the curly-headed turban-tied king of rolling thunder
I built my castle on the hill to evangelize and wonder
At the peasants of the A's in the valleys going under

And as I watch them go, a maze they do not know
They could learn so much from the very men alone
But they are so mingling and yelling

Thank you very much!