Im hanging up my hangups Ere I turn into a blank automoton You wont find me on the treadmill You can tell em Willy boy has been and gone Yes mogadon times over Therell be an empty bed in babylon Cos im a happy hippy Its beads and roman sandles from now on Yes Im a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy Wes im a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy Ive found a new position I dont use chairs and tables anymore I focus my attention from a lovely purple cushion on the floor When I look back at the ratrace I dont regret a thing Ive disavowed With the freedom of an eagle I can awlays keep my head above the clouds Cos im a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy Yes im a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy Good day everyone Now I m a jolly beatnik I havent got a worry in the way My hair grows long and shaggy As I savour every minute of the day Immune from all achievement Since I threw away my telly and my phone In my pastroal pajamas Spending every waking moment getting stoned Yes im a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy Yes im a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy Im a happy hippy and everything is trippy Im a happy hippy and everything is trippy Im a happy hippy and everything is trippy Im a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee
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