He's got long hair hangin' down to
His waist, he don't wear no underwear.
He's got a headshop down on 23rd
Street, he sales roachclips by the pair.
He likes ZZ Top and AWB and Gregg Allman, well that's his man.
He smokes a lot of pot and everything he can
Drop and turns his music loud as he can stand.
(Who in the world wants to be a hippie?
Stinking all the time and wearing long, stringy hair.
Who in the world wants to be a hippie?
Dook stains in his britches from wearing no underwear.)
(musical interlude)
He's got eyes that look like roadmaps from staying up late at night.
He's bumming dough for some old rock N roll show,
Lord, he's a awful sight.
He's got a nose that looks like a two-car garage
From snorting coke all day long
And he's got two busted eardrums
From all them long-haired, hippie songs
Ah hah!