My hippie ain't hip
My house ain't no crib
My chicken ain't dip
My potato no chip
My tongue ain't no lip
My woman no whip
My hippie ain't hip
Until the real thing
Comes around
Until the real thing
Comes around
My hippie ain't hip
My hippie ain't hip
And my house ain't a crib
My censor ain't no ship
My ... ain't no blip
And my hippie ain't hip
My hippie ain't hip
Until the real thing
Comes around
Until the real thing
Comes around
And instead of showing twenty-year-old girls my bruises
I should be working the streets
Telling the kids what the blues is
My body is tense but my spirit is free
I'm doing my complaining in good company
My body is tense but my spirit is free
I'm doing my dancing in good company
My body is tense but my spirit is free
I'm doing my drinking in good company
What matters most is how well that you walk through the fire
Tell me, my friend, do you survive your old desires?
LSD
Laughing, singing, dancing
I'm not dancing 'cause I'm happy
I'm happy 'cause I'm dancing
I'm not singing 'cause I'm happy
I'm happy 'cause I'm singing
I'm not laughing 'cause I'm happy
I'm happy 'cause I'm laughing
Writer(s): Jo Francken, Tom Van Laere, Bjorn Eriksson
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