What a fool I was , undignified to light one up at the funeral, the mourners gasped, as I blew you that one last shotgun , as I promised you I would that day we met in April 1967 at the love-in on the hill the new rock bands playing songs of peace and love so beautiful the flowers and kisses being gave out so freely and we got so high promised if you died I'd give you one last shotgun to take you smiling out to wherever it is ole' hippies go