Iand'm hanging up my hang-ups
ere i turn into a blank automoton
you wonand't find me on the treadmill
you can tell 'em willy boy has been and gone
yes mogadon timeand's over
thereand'll be an empty bed in babylon
cos iand'm a happy hippy
itand's beads and roman sandles from now on
Yes iand'm a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy
when everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy
wes iand'm a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy
that everybodyand's happy 'cos everything is trippy
Iand've found a new position
i donand'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 donand't regret a thing iand've disavowed
with the freedom of an eagle
i can awlays keep my head above the clouds
'cos iand'm a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
when everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
yes iand'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
that everybodyand's happy cos everything is trippy
Good day everyone
Now i 'm a jolly beatnik
i havenand'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 iand'm a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
when everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
yes iand'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
that everybodyand's happy cos everything is trippy
Iand'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy
iand'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy
iand'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy
iand'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee
