Hippietown
Ugly Americans

Hippietown got hippies runnin' around in it

Hold on, don't get me wrong, now wait just a minute

I'm not talkin' about the daisy chains and good pot

I'm talkin' about the Grateful Dead dreadlock

Lookin' mothafuckers sayin', â€½Do you got a dime?â€

I need to buy some more beer, more wine

I need to put a little gas in my van

So I can follow the Phish across the land to Hippietown

Hippietown's got tie dyed freaks

Who don't wash their clothes for weeks and weeks

Wearin' the baggy pants and the summer dresses

They got the tattooed skin and the tangled tresses

Don't like to work or get too tied down

Like to keep their options open, like to move around

Don't know what the hell tomorrow's for

Don't, don't mind crashin' on your floor, down in Hippietown

Hippietown's got hippies with the crystals round their necks

They got the gris-gris fighting off the hex

In Hippietown, they don't wear no underwear

Pants get all stinky but they don't care

Stayin' up all night listen to the Grateful Dead

Mostly pops and buzzes cracklin' in their heads

Takin' a two liter bottle and turnin' it into a bong

Reading them tarot cards all day long, down in Hippietown

Got to get back to Hippietown

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