THE HIPPIES AND THE BEATNIKS



O late last night, Mr. Jones came home

On the 8:45 from Victorio

He was rich and fat, wore a big bowler hat

And he hated the hippies and the beatniks, o



Well he put his key in his mock Tudor door

And he called to his wife, Well I'm home dear o

The train was late and I had to wait

It must be the hippies and the beatniks, o



It was a sad day when he stepped inside

And downstairs ran his daughter o

Mummy's not here, she's gone I fear

Away with the hippies and the beatniks, o



Go fill up the tank of my four liter jag

The mini's not so speedy o

And I will drive 'til I find her alive

Or dead with the hippies and the beatniks, o



Then he drove high and he drove low

Up the motorways and the byways too

'til he came soon to a hippie commune

And there he spied his lady o



What makes you leave your house and car

Your washing machine and your stereo

Your children three, not to mention me

To go with the hippies and the beatniks, o



What care I for my house and car

My washing machine and my stereo

Or children three, for now I am free

To go with the hippies and the beatniks, o



And as for you, well the day I rue

That ever we did marry o

I'll grow my hair and I'll travel anywhere

Along with the hippies and the beatniks, o



@gypsy @courtship @parody

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