I was hanging out when my groovy friend, Joe, came on the scene.

"What's the buzz?" I asked.

He laid this on me: "Man, the Stones are coming to town to kick out some jams!" 

I rushed out!

 "It's three months til their gig." he replied, "Keep on trucking," 

At first I asked that groovy chick I've been stepping out with lately, but she said, "I already have tix for the hootenanny.  You should know by now I'm a folkie granola-type. "

I can dig it; she's into the flower power scene.So I told Joe I had enough bread to get us both tix to the cool happening coming up. He laid some skin on me and thanked me for saving him some dough.

The day came; Joe showed up in groovy threads and love beads. He looked outta sight.  He said, "Let's Boogie!" 

"Right on," I replied.

On our way there, we were rapping. "I hope the fuzz lay low. Pigs could be a real buzz kill."

When the Stones came out on stage, we yelled, "Sock it to me, baby!"  When they started kicking out their jams, we got up and got down.  What a rush! By the end of the happening, Mick had let it all hang out.

That night I crashed at Joe's pad.  The whole thing was far out.