What, were you some kinda' beatnik or somethin'?
With your reefer joints, your bongo drums, and bad mouthin' your country?
And whatnot?
What, were you some kinda' beatnik or somethin'?
With your reefer joints, your bongo drums, and bad mouthin' your country?
And whatnot?
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I reported to college as a clean-cut, short-haired, extremely athletic (but also extremely nerdy) science and engineering student, expecting to ... well, you know ... I was male and college was full of females.
I was smart enough to comprehend almost immediately that, in college, the girls were not interested in guys with "Letter" jackets and good physiques who were majoring in physics; but were more interested in some super skinny, long-haired, scraggly Brit dropout named Mick Jagger and others of even shadier ilk.
So ... like 98% of the rest of my entering freshman class (it seemed) ... I quit getting haircuts for a few years and started venturing to the places the chicks went who were (ahem) interested in modern scientific breakthroughs such as birth control pills.
The cops didn't like people with long hair, and didn't seem to care that the whole long-hair movement was caused by the females sending out signals of a certain type to young male brains.
At least that's the way I remember it.