Happy Hippy Lyrics by Ian Dury And The Blockheads

Happy Hippy

Im hanging up my hang-ups
Ere I turn into a blank automoton
You wont find me on the treadmill
You can tell em Willy boy has been and gone
Yes mogadon times over
Therell be an empty bed in babylon
Cos im a happy hippy
Its beads and roman sandles from now on

Yes Im a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy
When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy
Wes im a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy
That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy

Ive found a new position
I don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 dont regret a thing Ive disavowed
With the freedom of an eagle
I can awlays keep my head above the clouds

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

Good day everyone

Now I m a jolly beatnik
I haven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 im a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
Yes im a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
That everybodys happy cos everything is trippy

im a happy hippy and everything is trippy
im a happy hippy and everything is trippy
im a happy hippy and everything is trippy
im a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee