Does she wear tight clothes? Yeah, yeah. A real wild hairdo? Yeah, yeah. She's a hippie? Yeah. Chippy? Yeah. Chop? Yeah. Why? Yeah. I love a hippie and she drives me crazy. Woo. But don't say nothing bad about my baby. Woo. On South Street she acts real smart. Woo. Woo.
Oh, why do lovers break each other's hearts? Woo. I know. She's a hippie. She's the way I'm seen. Yeah, yeah. I know. She's a hippie. Oh, yeah. I love her just the same.
Uh. Pointed boots like Boney Maroney. Woo. I want her to the bird, but she wants the pony. Woo. Woo.
When I'm bumping and dragging, I hear her shout. Woo. Woo. You can't sit down. Come on, baby. Work out. Woo. Woo. I know. She's a hippie. She's the way I'm seen. Yeah, yeah. I know. She's a hippie. Oh, yeah. I love her just the same. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Woo. Woo. Oh, yeah.
Uh. Does she dance real wild? Yeah, yeah. Does she wear short skirts? Yeah, yeah. Eerie. Yeah. Makeup. Yeah. Lazy. Yeah. Crazy. Yeah.
I don't rock like Killer Joe rocks. Woo. My pants are too long and I wear white socks. Woo. A day will come she'll say, baby, please. Woo. Woo.
When a guy come and get these memories. Woo. Woo. Woo. I know. She's a hippie. She's the way I'm seen. Yeah, yeah. I know. She's a hippie. Oh, yeah. I love her just the same. Oh, yeah. She's a hippie. She's the way I'm seen. Yeah, yeah. I know. She's a hippie. Oh, let me tell you. I love her just the same.