| Well I’m proud to be a hippie from Olema
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| Where we’re friendly to the squares and all the straights
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| We still take in strangers if they’re ragged
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| We can’t think of anyone to hate
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| We don’t watch commercials in Olema
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| We don’t buy the plastic crap they sell
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| We still wear our hair long like folks used to
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| And we bathe often, therefore we don’t smell
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| We don’t throw our beer cans on the highway
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| We don’t slight a man because he’s black
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| We don’t spill our oil out in the ocean
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| 'Cause we love birds and fish too much for that
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| And I’m proud to be a hippie from Olema
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| Where we’re friendly to the squares and all the straights
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| We still take in strangers if they’re Haggard
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| In Olema, California, planet earth |