Hippietown Lyrics

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.