O come, all ye Grateful
Deadheads to the concert
O come, Grateful Deadheads
And camp in the street
Bring rolling papers
Don't forget your sleeping bags
O come get us some floor seats
We've followed them for four weeks
O come get us some floor seats
To see the Lord
O come, all ye hippies
Throwbacks to the Sixties
Paint flowers on your van
And don't wash your feet
Wear your bell-bottoms
And your tie-dye t-shirts
O come let us adore them
We've quit our day jobs for them
O come let us adore, them
Garcia's the Lord
