Ian Dury & The Blockheads "Happy Hippy" |
I'm hanging up my hang-ups Ere I turn into a blank automoton You won't find me on the treadmill You can tell �em Willy boy has been and gone Yes mogadon time's over There'll be an empty bed in babylon Cos i'm a happy hippy It's beads and roman sandles from now on Yes I'm a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy Wes i'm a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy That everybody's happy �cos everything is trippy I've found a new position I don't use chairs and tables anymore I focus my attention from a lovely purple cushion on the floor When I look back at the rat-race I don't regret a thing I've disavowed With the freedom of an eagle I can awlays keep my head above the clouds �Cos i'm a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy Yes i'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy That everybody's happy cos everything is trippy Good day everyone Now I �m a jolly beatnik I haven't 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 i'm a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy Yes i'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy That everybody's happy cos everything is trippy i'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy i'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy i'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy i'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |