Dear John the musical vineyard in which you toil
Makes you unique in your vision, an artist royal
They say you’re the ultimate beatnik, you know where its at
In your psychedelic clockhouse self-drawn believer hat

Mr John Norman, while your thoughts are formin
Can I have your autograph?

Mike Puleston entered then like he’d never left
After 40 years of protest the man had scarcely slept
He is a friend to the poor, making justice into law
And he knew Bob Brown and he’s an eco-polymath

Mr Mike Puleston, there’s no foolin’
Can I have your autograph?

Nick Meyers’ Super-8 witnessed all he’d seen
1970s, marine biologists dreams
No-one could match his style
In weaving, cleaving, tenderly trapping scenes

Mr Nick Myers love your film pliers
Can I have your autograph?

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Stardrops and tearlights ran down her cheeks
When all the leading men they all agreed to meet
They hailed a cab and off they went, each making history
And she Xeroxed all their stories and shared them on the street.

Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at
We love the gentle people, we want your autograph
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at
We love the gentle people, we want your autograph
Integrity, vision, kindness’ where its at
We love, love
You