Ian Dury
"Happy Hippy"


IÂ'm hanging up my hang-ups
Ere I turn into a blank automoton
You wonÂ't find me on the treadmill
You can tell ‘em Willy boy has been and gone
Yes mogadon timeÂ's over
ThereÂ'll be an empty bed in babylon
Cos iÂ'm a happy hippy
ItÂ's beads and roman sandles from now on

Yes IÂ'm a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy
When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy
Wes iÂ'm a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy
That everybodyÂ's happy ‘cos everything is trippy

IÂ've found a new position
I donÂ't use chairs and tables anymore
I focus my attention from a lovely purple cushion on the floor
When I look back at the rat-race
I donÂ't regret a thing IÂ've disavowed
With the freedom of an eagle
I can awlays keep my head above the clouds

‘Cos iÂ'm a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
Yes iÂ'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
That everybodyÂ's happy cos everything is trippy

Good day everyone

Now I ‘m a jolly beatnik
I havenÂ't got a worry in the way
My hair grows long and shaggy
As I savour every minute of the day
Immune from all achievement
Since I threw away my telly and my phone
In my pastroal pajamas
Spending every waking moment getting stoned

Yes iÂ'm a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
Yes iÂ'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
That everybodyÂ's happy cos everything is trippy

iÂ'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy
iÂ'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy
iÂ'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy
iÂ'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee