Go, hippie   Skip down the old road   Don't even see me, do you at all   Some days you get so tired of hanging   Trying to deep-fry your boredom   Big hippie   This day was so slow   And I can see you feel it too   Sometimes you wish you knew karate   Oh, the things that you could do, like   Crossing in between greens   Just because you want to   Not because you ought to   Oh, how can you ever explain   They can never feel your pain   Neither can you   Mr. Crabtree   Sits in the window   He sees alot, but he don't know   That was you across the yard   Throwing brownies at his car   Sweet hippie   Keeping your head low   Around the car park you swing low   Some days it all falls down around you   Some days you fall down in the snow while   Crossing in between greens   Just because you want to   Not because you ought to   Oh, how can you ever explain   They can never feel your pain   Neither can you