Hippy Dude

He walks through the Lower Haight

With a pouch on one arm

He's tall and slim

And he moves with an animal charm

He's a foxy dude

I'd love to lure him to my room

We'll lay back Relax and do some shrooms

My hippy dude, my hippy dude

Get you in the nude

And do things rude and lewd my hippy dude

The pants he wears Are made in EI Salvador

If I could get inside them

I'd be a happy man for sure

I realize many guys like this aren't gay

But there's so much ambiguity

I wouldn';t try to say

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I can't wait to get my hands

On your hippy dick

Your love pump is what I'll lick

Your hippy dick, your hippy dick

Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick

I think I could learn

To stand the Grateful Dead

It sure beats listening

To some dance remix instead

I'd love to run my hand

Through his long and wavy locks

And be stretched out on his bed

Holding one another's cocks

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I can't wait to get my hands

On your hippy dick

Your love pump is what I'll lick

Your hippy dick, your hippy dick

Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick