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The bubble bursted in 1968
With the hippy child
In a hippy age
Love and peace, man
On everyone
It's a shame our generation
Don't say that anymore
But guess what, there's

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Hippy children
Makin' the money
Hippy children
Tastin' the honey
Hippy children
Workin' in the city
Hippy children
In little houses sittin' pretty

And this month
I saw the news
And paused
I see an advert
Advertising life styles
So save your conscience
For Sunday afternoon
Read your paper
And have a Sunday snooze

And drive your clean car
Through those clean streets
They had long hair
You've got short hair
They had long hair
You've got short hair
They make love
You make money
They make love
And guess what

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When I look at myself today
I can hardly believe I am what I am
Because we're all living in the big gutter
There's something about looking at the stars
While the hippy children hangin' out at wine bars

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The bubble bursted in 1968   With the hippy child   In a hippy age   Love and peace, man   On everyone   It's a shame our generation   Don't say that anymore   But guess what, there's      Chorus:   Hippy children   Makin' the money   Hippy children   Tastin' the honey   Hippy children   Workin' in the city   Hippy children   In little houses sittin' pretty      And this month   I saw the news   And paused   I see an advert   Advertising life styles   So save your conscience   For Sunday afternoon   Read your paper   And have a Sunday snooze      And drive your clean car   Through those clean streets   They had long hair    You've got short hair   They had long hair   You've got short hair   They make love   You make money   They make love   And guess what      Chorus      When I look at myself today   I can hardly believe I am what I am   Because we're all living in the big gutter   There's something about looking at the stars   While the hippy children hangin' out at wine bars      Chorus      Chorus