I'm a true blue hippy;
Although I'm forty-three
I still chase after fairies, and
Commune with Gypsy Lee.
I'm a true blue hippy,
I'm mellow as they come,
I get that way by chanting "om"
Or banging on a drum.
I'm a true blue hippy
Who loves to hug the trees,
Preferring over meat and fish
Organic veg and cheese.
I'm a true blue hippy,
Who worships rain and sun,
And after eating three-bean stew
The wind and I are one.
I'm a true blue hippy,
With flowers in my hair,
Wear tie-dye tops from Oxfam shops
And psychedelic flares.
I'm a true blue hippy,
Don't care too much for shoes,
And underneath my hemp seed shirt,
My bra I like to lose.
I'm a true blue hippy,
Belong to CND,
My body is a temple, but
My love is always free.
I'm a true blue hippy,
I drink disgusting tea,
Reach altered states of consciousness
Through weed and LSD,
I'm a true blue hippy,
Still roll my every fag,
Adore Bob Dylan, (he's far out!)
And Lennon's just my bag.
I'm a true blue hippy,
I get a groovy buzz,
When at a Greenpeace demo, I'm
Arrested by the fuzz.
I'm a true blue hippy,
Repress me if you can -
I doubt you can catch up with my
Fluorescent camper van!
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