Im hanging up my hang-ups

Ere I turn into a blank automoton

You wont find me on the treadmill

You can tell em Willy boy has been and gone

Yes mogadon times over

Therell be an empty bed in babylon

Cos im a happy hippy

Its beads and roman sandles from now on



Yes Im a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy

When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy

Wes im a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy

That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy



Ive found a new position

I dont 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 dont regret a thing Ive disavowed

With the freedom of an eagle

I can awlays keep my head above the clouds



Cos im a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy

When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy

Yes im a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy

That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy



Good day everyone



Now I m a jolly beatnik

I havent 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 im a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy

When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy

Yes im a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy

That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy



im a happy hippy and everything is trippy

im a happy hippy and everything is trippy

im a happy hippy and everything is trippy

im a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee