Deadhead boy, deadhead girl,
Followin' Jerry all over the world;
Beat up van down Highway One,
To Madison Square, to Budokan.
Sell their trinkets outside the show,
Silver skull and a long stemmed rose; 
Travel all day by caravan, 
Live like gypsies just as long as you can. 

People laugh, say they can't relate, 
Say you're stuck in 1968; 
Live in a truck, sleep on the ground, 
"Ha ha honey--get a load of these clowns." 
But the air is poison, the land is a mess, 
I don't feel nothin' but helplessness, 
I'm not stickin' my head in the sand, 
But I'll retreat in the music and follow the band. 

I dreamed we were in Egypt land, 
Travelin' across the desert sands; 
By the pyramids we set up camp,
Built some fires, plugged in some amps. 
The air was sweet, the night was cold, 
A full moon rose the color of gold; 

The band pulled up as the moonlight shone, 
In a fleet limousine carved out of stone. 
The night birds cried, the jackals smiled, 
Crinoids weaved in the banks of the Nile;
The pharoahs stirred, the sphinxes glanced, 
The first chord rang and the spirits danced. 

Well I've seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go, 
Passenger pigeons and Rolling Stones;
Hey Jerry I've traveled this whole world through, 
And nobody casts a shadow like you. 

Hello nautilus, hello trilobite, 
Good to see you here tonight; 
Hello condor how do you do, 
Looks like we'll be leaving with you. 
They're pullin' the plug, the curtain is down, 
It's check-out time at the old stomping grounds; 
Well I'm in no hurry to leave anyway, 
While the music's playing, I'd like to stay. 

What's the song, where will it end, 
Will we meet again and again; 
Skeleton music in a new age night,
Jerry how did you make it through all right?
And a million years on from today,
When they dig you up what will they say-
That extinction cannot tough the soul,
Where even the redwoods turn to coal.

Copyright © Thomas Anderson, Angry Young Grad Student Music