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He turned sixty-five last year
On his head he found some hair
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little goatee inside his nose so dense
He's inhaling what he knows these days in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense
He gets off on grumpy music
Cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
But he's just too friggin' old
If you remember Woodstock you weren't really there
You just teach the kids their brains to tear
And he has newspapers there
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he print up the new
He's an old hippie...his new paper is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust
He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip
Then he got off from Vietnam by teaching kids to trip
And they forced him to work while he did not have a boy
And the third time he calmed down when he had a boy
Now this world may change around him
But he just can't change no more
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old
Should he print up the new
He's an old hippie...his new paper is just a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust
Well he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that bandito...just up and fade away
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
Should he hang on to the old Should he print up the new
He's an old hippie...his newspapers are a bust
He ain't trying to change nobody
He's just trying real hard to adjust.