| I’m hanging up my hang-ups
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| Ere I turn into a blank automaton
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| You won’t find me on the treadmill
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| You can tell 'em Willy Boy has been and gone
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| Yes Mogadon time’s over
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| There’ll be an empty bed in Babylon
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| 'Cos I’m a happy hippy
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| It’s beads and Roman sandals from now on
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| Yes I’m a happy hippy, they call me Mr. Whippy
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| When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy
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| Yes I’m a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy
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| That everybody’s happy 'cos everything is trippy
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| I’ve found a new position
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| I don’t use chairs and tables anymore
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| I focus my attention from a lovely purple cushion on the floor
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| When I look back on the rat-race
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| I don’t regret a thing I’ve disavowed
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| With the freedom of an eagle
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| I can always keep my head above the clouds
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| 'Cos I’m a happy hippy they call me Mr. Whippy
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| When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
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| Yes I’m a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
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| That everybody’s happy 'cos everything is trippy
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| (Good diets everyone?)
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| Now I 'm a jolly beatnik
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| I haven’t got a worry in the way
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| My hair grows long and shaggy
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| As I savour every minute of the day
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| Immune from all achievement
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| Since I threw away my telly and my phone
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| In my pastel pyjamas
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| Spending every waking moment getting stoned
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| 'Cos I’m a happy hippy they call me Mr. Whippy
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| When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
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| Yes I’m a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
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| That everybody’s happy 'cos everything is trippy
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| And everything is trippy, and everything is trippy,
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| And everything is trippy, and everything is trippy
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| I’m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
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| I’m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
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| I’m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
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| I’m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
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| Yippee! |