I loved The Dead before they sold
Thought Pigpen's chops were groovin' gold
Garcia's licks were my ice cream
(Love Cherry Garcia and Mango Sheen)
The Dead still play before my eyes
'Coz LSD's still in my mind
I wish I had Weir's fingering grace
Dead Jerry keeps the beat in space
I hope to keep on drivin' that train
'Coz drug testing's making this world insane

I love The Dead

I love The Dead, have all their tracks
Jug Band Blues is where it's at
Won't you feel my Potato Caboose?
We're in mom's basement, we can get a little loose
To Anthem Of The Sun, I boogie
On Mexican Weed, Phil Lesh is my wookie
When people say, "Move out, you're a bum."
I turn the other cheek and say, "The World's a Drum."
I hope to leave my troubles with The Man
With The Dead as my friends, I know each day we'll jam

I love The Dead....