O beautiful for hairy beard, For psychedelic smiles, For lava-lamps and costumes weird And run-away juveniles. Haight-Ashbury, Haight-Ashbury, America unbound! Within thy good old neighborhood: The rising underground. O beautiful for hippie feet That walk without mishap Through tourist trash on every street And piles of canine crap. Haight-Ashbury, Haight-Ashbury, Your own conclusion draw-- Collapse entire or die by fire, But never go bourgeois!