I was taking in the haightnWith a guest from L.A.nWearing underwearsnLike a hat on my headnThe spirit of the sixtiesnWas all aroundnFrom high on hippie hillnWe surveyed the sacred groundnnCovering hallowed groundnCovering hallowed groundnnWell, I was south of the slotnBy closing timenMy black leather chapsnAfloat the crystalline tidenI wheelied down an alleynThat shined with lubenChecked the ghost of sylvesternBy the light of the man on the moonnnCovering hallowed groundnCovering hallowed groundnnWhen daybreak brokenI hit the beach but found no sandnThough saints Peter and PaulnWere close at handnnA screamer bared his knifenAnd drew a fleet of black and whitenA book he'd written way back whennHad changed my lifennCovering hallowed groundnCovering hallowed groundnShoo-bee-doo-wopnCovering hallowed groundnShoo-bee-doo-wopnCovering hallowed ground