Hippietown

<br>hippietown got hippies runnin around in it.<br>hold on. don`t get me wrong. now wait just a minute.<br>i`m not talkin about the daisy chains and good pot.<br>i`m talkin about the grateful dead dreadlock<br>lookin mothafuckers sayin do you got a dime<br>i need to buy some more beer more wine.<br>i need to put a little gas in my van<br>so i can follow the phish across the land to hippietown.<br><br>hippietown`s got tie-dyed freaks<br>who don`t wash their clothes for weeks and weeks.<br>wearin the baggy pants and the summer dresses,<br>they got the tatooed skin and the tangled tresses.<br>don`t like to work or get too tied down.<br>like to keep their options open. like to move around.<br>don`t know what the hell tomorrow`s for.<br>don`t don`t mind crashin on your floor down in hippietown.<br><br>hippietown`s got hippies with the crystals round their necks.<br>they got the gris gris fighting off the hex.<br>in hippietown they don`t wear no underwear.<br>pants get all stinky but they don`t care.<br>stayin up all night listen to the grateful dead.<br>mostly pops and buzzes cracklin in their heads.<br>takin a two liter bottle and turnin it into a bong.<br>reading them tarot cards all day long down in hippietown.<br>got to get back to hippietown.