I don't care about your karma. I don't care about what's hip. No space
cadet's gonna tell me what to do. I won't swim in your Jacuzzi. You can't
make me settle down. I'd rather kick and jump and bite and scratch, And
scream until I'm blue. I may as well be hyper, As long as I'm still
around. 'Cause I'll have lots of time to be laid back, When I'm six feet
under ground. CHORUS: I'll be mellow when I'm dead. (6 times) When are
you Cosmic cowboys Gonna get it through your head. I'll be mellow when
I'm dead. (6 times) I can't stand the smell of incense. I don't really
like to jog. No Joni Mitchell eight-tracks in my car. (ooh) I hate
anything organic. Even health food makes me sick. You won't catch me
sipping Perrier Down in some sushi bar. I tell you, now's the time to go
for All the gusto you can grab. You'll have plenty of time to be
low-key When you're laid out on the slab. CHORUS I don't want no part
of that vegetarian scene. I won't buy me a pair of designer jeans. No
redwood hot tub to my name. I got all that I want, And if it's all the
same to you, I don't need a course in self-awareness To find out who I
am. And I'd rather have a Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack Than all the bean
sprouts in Japan! So don't ask me what I'm into. I don't need to prove
I'm cool. I'll break your arm, If you ask me what's my sign. I won't
tell you where my head's at. I don't need to see no shrink. Psychosis may
be in this year, But I'm really not that kind, And I'm in no hurry to be
casual. In fact I think I'll wait Until I'm pushing up the
daisies. (Like, wow, man, can you relate?) I'll be mellow when I'm dead.
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