Hippietown lyrics

hippietown got hippies runnin around in it.
hold on. don`t get me wrong. now wait just a minute.
i`m not talkin about the daisy chains and good pot.
i`m talkin about the grateful dead dreadlock
lookin mothafuckers sayin do you got a dime
i need to buy some more beer more wine.
i need to put a little gas in my van
so i can follow the phish across the land to hippietown.

hippietown`s got tie-dyed freaks
who don`t wash their clothes for weeks and weeks.
wearin the baggy pants and the summer dresses,
they got the tatooed skin and the tangled tresses.
don`t like to work or get too tied down.
like to keep their options open. like to move around.
don`t know what the hell tomorrow`s for.
don`t don`t mind crashin on your floor down in hippietown.

hippietown`s got hippies with the crystals round their necks.
they got the gris gris fighting off the hex.
in hippietown they don`t wear no underwear.
pants get all stinky but they don`t care.
stayin up all night listen to the grateful dead.
mostly pops and buzzes cracklin in their heads.
takin a two liter bottle and turnin it into a bong.
reading them tarot cards all day long down in hippietown.
got to get back to hippietown.
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