Covering Hallowed Ground Lyrics

I was taking in the haight
With a guest from L.A.
Wearing underwears
Like a hat on my head
The spirit of the sixties
Was all around
From high on hippie hill
We surveyed the sacred ground

Covering hallowed ground
Covering hallowed ground

Well, I was south of the slot
By closing time
My black leather chaps
Afloat the crystalline tide
I wheelied down an alley
That shined with lube
Checked the ghost of sylvester
By the light of the man on the moon

Covering hallowed ground
Covering hallowed ground

When daybreak broke
I hit the beach but found no sand
Though saints Peter and Paul
Were close at hand

A screamer bared his knife
And drew a fleet of black and white
A book he'd written way back when
Had changed my life

Covering hallowed ground
Covering hallowed ground
Shoo-bee-doo-wop
Covering hallowed ground
Shoo-bee-doo-wop
Covering hallowed ground