Harry Hippie

Everybody claims that they want the best things

Outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone

Want to got through the toils and strifes.

Like this particular fella, walks around

All day long singing this song

Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade,

Life don't bug him cause he

Thinks he's got it made.

He never worry about nothing in particular

Oh he might even sell free press on Sunset.

I'd like to help a man when he's down

But I can't help him much

When he's sleeping on the ground.

He's like a bottle in water

Harry just floats through life

Walks around all day long singing this song

Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeah

Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady

Panhandles money just to feed Harry's baby.

She can lie down a story so incredible

Man, you want to help her take the food

Home and put it on the table.

I'd like to help a man when he's down,

But I can't help ya Harry

If you want to sleep on the ground.

Sorry Harry, you're too much weight

To carry around.

But he still walks around all day singin' this song

Street child, street child, tell me where

Will you be goin'

When old man winter gets his horn

And starts blowin'

Will you hang around LA

Or hitch a ride on a freeway

Meet an old familiar face in a new place.

I'd like to help a man when he's down

But how can I help him

If he's somewhere outta town

Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down.

Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah,