'm hip,I'm no square,I'm alert,
I'm awake,I'm aware.
I am always on the scene,
Makin'the rounds,diggin'the sounds.
I read People Magazine,
'Cause I'm hip.
Like dig,I'm in step.
When it was hip to be hep,
I was hep.
I don't blow,but I'm a fan.
Look at me swing,ringa ding ding.
I even call my girlfriend Man,
'Cause I'm hip.
Every saturday night
With my suit buttoned tight
And my suedes on,
I'm gettin'my kicks
Diggin'arty French flicks with my shades on.
I'm too much,I'm a gas.
I am anything but middle class.
When I hang around the band
Popin'my thumbs,diggin'the drums,
Squares don't seem to understand why I flip.
They're not hip like I'm hip.
I'm hip,I'm alive,
I enjoy any joint where there's jive.
I'm on top of every trend.
Look at me go,vo de o do.
Marvin Hamlisch knows my friend,
'Cause I'm so hip.
I'm hip but not weird.
Like,you notice I don't wear a beard.
Beards were in,but now they're out.
They had their day,now they're passe.
Just ask me if you're in doubt,
'Cause I'm hip.
Now I'm deep into Zen,
Meditation and macrobiotics.
And,soon as I can,
I intend to get into narcotics,
'Cause I'm cool as a cuke.
I'm a cat,I'm a card,I'm a kook.
I get so much out of life,
Really I do,skooba deeboo.
One more time play Mack the knife.
Let'her rip,
I may flip,but I'm hip.
Writer(s): Bob Dorough, David L. Frishberg
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