| nce a friendly stranger said to me,
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| Hippies call it STP
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| You’re a friendly stranger, I can see,
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| Take a whiff on me
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| Have a revelation, the first one’s free
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| Soon you’ll be addicted to eternity
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| We’ll be pushers, cosmic style
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| It’s too late to stop now,
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| You’re a Nova Cop now
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| Hippies call it STP
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| Look at all them hippies do their thing,
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| Hippies call it STP
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| Trying to be the next week ripoff king,
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| Take a whiff on me
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| Seems he was a flower child just last week
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| Now he’s got the clap and he’s a needle freak
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| Good thing love’s all you need
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| Brand new generation,
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| Brand new explanation
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| Hippies call it STP
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| Meanwhile in a headshop in Provincetown,
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| Hippies call it STP
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| A gentle, soulful cat’s putting soldiers down,
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| Take a whiff on me
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| Soldiers getting salty, but the cat don’t mind
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| Getting soldiers salty helps the cat unwind
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| He’s a narc on a lark
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| Busy as a beaver
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| Just a gay deceiver
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| Hippies call it STP
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| (refrain, both parts done simultaneously)
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| Going to the country where everything’s free
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| Going to the country, and you can’t catch me
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| I can’t stand that bad city
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| All I do there is shoot junk
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| (and)
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| Gong around, gong around
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| Keep on kicking that gong arond
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| Tears me up, brings me down
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| But I gotta keep kicking that gong around
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| Be my flower child, little girl, Hippies call it STP
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| Lemme be your guru for awhile,
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| Take a whiff on me
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| 'Splain dat to me Kingfish, it ain’t too clear
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| King it to me, 'splainfish, said the engineer
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| Now you know why I veer
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| Yummy yummy yummy
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| Sucking off a mummy
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| Hippies call it STP |