A classic hit by The Hombres. If you know who that is, you know what's coming...

[JohnnyRingo]

"A preachment, dear friends, you are about to receive on John Barleycorn, nicotine and the temptations of Eve"

In a momentary lapse of social sanity, "Let It All Hang Out" reached #12 on the Billboard charts in 1967. It was said to be a "Southern fried deadpan parody of Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues"

...and the follow up single:
It's a Gas:

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It's a gas (hook)
Saw a blind man walking down the street, he greets every person he chance to meet
Saw a cop write a ticket to a man over fifty, he fell over laughing, screaming he was a hippie

Ran into a granny, had a smile on her face, broke a trophy, she just won in a race
Don't worry about the future, forget about the past, whether it's good or bad, it's a gas

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

See the kids playing in the dirty street, while the grocer sells a mother's bad meat
Listen to the radio and wonder in doubt, while some cat sings, let it all hang out

The teachers all sit behind the desk, they mess up your mind and dispute your dress
Don't worry about the future, forget about the past, whether it's good or bad, it's a gas

Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, sha, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la