He turned thirty-five last Sunday

In his hair he found some gray

But he still ain't changed his lifestyle

He likes it better the old way

So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence

He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense

He get's out there in the twilight zone

sometimes when it just don't make no sense



He gets offo n country music

cause disco left him cold

He's got young friends into new wave

buts he's just too damn old

And he dreams at night of Woodstock

and the day John Lennon died

how the music made him happy

and the silence made him cry

Yea he thinks of John sometimes

and he has to wonder why



== Chorus ==



He's an old hippie

and he don't know what to do

should hang on to the old

should he grab on to the new

he's an old hippie

his new life is just a bust

he ain't trying to change nobody

he just trying real hard to adjust





He was sure back in the sixties

that everyone was hip

Then they sent him off to Vietnam

on his senior trip

And they force him to become a man

while he was still a boy

and in each wave of tragedy

he waited for the joy

Now this world may change around him

but he just can't change nomore



== Chorus ==



Well he stays away a lot now

from the parties and the clubs

And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round

Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs

Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday

And pretty soon the species

will just up and fade away

Like the smoke from that torpedo

just up and fade away