Chubby chick you look hip  When you dress up in tie die  So now what will you do that Jerry's dead  Will you finally wash your hair  And join the real world  Or wait for Bob Wier to tour instead    Everybody peace out  And look at the cool clouds    Granola parades, make up your weekend  Taking acid, eating your tofu  Wearing sandles, keeps you down to earth  When in reality, it's gravity versus girth    Miss Hippypottomus it's 1996  You gotta work to live  You just can't enjoy the trip...  Miss Hippypottomus    I really think that Jerry was ultra cool  But unlike you he's dead now who's the fucking fool