There's a piece of real estate
where all the hippies congregate.
On the corner, on the corner.
You can find them day or night,
making love or in a fight.
On the corner, on the corner.
On the corner, on the corner,
mess around or stay out late
On the corner, on the corner, my, my
Sing for me your faces, yeah, yeah
Street, yeah, street, oh yeah
Gets a start and ends right there
On the corner, on the corner
Anything that happens to me
Guaranteed is told to you
On the corner, on the corner
The place is always swinging
The roots are always singing
A paradise on forty square
On the corner, on the corner