They took a whole bunch of acid
 So they could see where it’s at
 (It’s over there, over there,
 Over there, over there
 And underneath also)
 They lived on a
 whole bunch of nothing
 They thought they
 looked very good
 They’d never ever worry
 They were always in a hurry
 To convince themselves
 that what they were
 Was really very groovy
 Yes, they believed
 in all the papers
 And the magazines
 that defined their folklore
 They could never laugh
 At who or what
 they thought they were
 Or even what they thought
 They sorta oughta be
 They were totally empty
 (Totally empty)
 And their lives
 were really useless
 So what the [bad word] 
 They didn’t have no sense of humor
 Now they got nothing left
 To laugh about
 Including themselves
 
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 
 They were mellow
 They were yellow
 They were wearing smelly blankets
 They looked like Donovan fans
 They walkin’ ‘round
 With stupid flowers
 In they hair and everywhere
 They tried to stuff ‘em up the guns
 Of all the cops
 And other servants of the law
 Who tried to push ‘em around
 And later moved ‘em down
 But they were full of all that [bad word]  That they believed in
 So what the [bad word] 
 (What the [bad word] )
 Now I’ve seen ‘em
 tightenin’ up they headbands
 On the weekend
 And they get loaded
 When they came to town
 They walked around
 in Greenwich Village
 To buy posters they could hang up
 In them smelly little secret
 Black light bedrooms
 On Long Island
 Singin’: [bad word] back!"
 [bad word] back and
 regulate the boy’s fuzz-tone
 Your haze was so purple
 It caused your axis
 to be bold as love
 Now Jimi (feed back)
 gimme some feedback [bad word] back and
 feed back on my knapsack
 You can feed back the fuzz tone
 from your wah-wah
 While you bend down
 And set your stuff on fire
 
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 
 
 We can turn it around
 We can do it again
 We can go back in time
 Through the canyons of your mind
 On the eve of [bad word]  We can act like we are
 Something really special
 You just jump in the bath-tub
 With that other guy Jim
 And make him be more careful
 We can visit Big Mama
 And whap her on the back
 When she eats her sandwich
 (La la la la)
 We can take care of Janis
 When she gets so depressed
 She can’t take it no more
 We can laugh at Keith Moon’s jokes
 (Ha ha ha ha ha)
 And the colour TV
 (Ha ha)
 He threw out the windum
 From the second floor
 [bad word] back
 No one can do it like you used to
 If you listen to the radio
 And what they play today
 You can tell right away:
 All those [bad word] really need you!
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again
 Turn and turn
 Turn and turn
 We’re turning again