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Can I join your band, I want no break
My new guitar, my coat is suede
Can I join your band, I'm a hippie guy
Always stoned and eight miles high
My daddy was a soldier, played the fiddle and drums
Left mommy and the children, starving in the slums
Pinched my granddad's savings, brought a new guitar
Said, off to join a prosp-band, some day be a star
Can I join your band, I want no break
My new guitar, coat is suede
Can I join your band, I'm a hippie guy
Always stoned and eight miles high
There's a flagrant situation
We'll accept your application
Learn to march, and to play
Get ready for that special day
Can I join your band?
Can I join your band?
Can I join your band?
Can I join your band?
The drum's drumming faster
Played the jubilee
The only drag about it
Was it didn't save mе
Feet ache and heartbreak
I watchеd them out of sight
And around the corner came the cars
Me old man could be right
Can I join your band, I want no break
My new guitar, my coat is suede
Can I join your band, I'm a hippie guy
Always stoned and eight miles high
Can I join your band?
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Can I Join Your Band was written by Kenny Pickett & Eddie Phillips.
Can I Join Your Band was produced by Shel Talmy.