Back when my hair was shortnI was a white-socked sportnWore pointed shoes and pegged pantsnDrank till my eyes were rednHid Playboy 'neath my bednSlicked my D.A. for the dancen(When you dance, when you da-a-ance)nnBack when my hair was shortnI met some friends in courtnFor stealing hubcaps from carsnChain smoking under the starsnPlayed all night pinball in barsnnAnd dreamed about loven(Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ove)nWe were experts on lovenWe talked our way all around itnAnd even if we had found itnWe couldn't respondnnSlowly, I changed my waysnCollege and long-haired daysnSeeing three concerts a weeknAn honest to God hippie freaknToo busy eating to speaknnExcept about loven(Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ove)nWe held rallies for lovenBut no one knew what they stood fornHow many months were they good fornThe meaning is gonennSoon when my hair is shortnI'll make a full reportnOf how I came back aliven(Came back, came back alive)nAnd what it takes to survivenWringing the truth out of jivennI'll tell you of loven(Lo-o-o-o-o-o-ove)nMore than ever, it's lovenNo lack of faith undermines itn'Cause its the hope that we'll find itnThat makes us go onnnBack when my hair was shortnI was a white-socked sportnHolding beer parties till threenCollege appealed to menEastern Philosophy...