(Bob Dorough/Dave Frishberg)      I'm hip   I'm no square   I'm alert   I'm awake   I'm aware   I am always on the scene   Makin' the rounds   Diggin' the sounds   I read playboy magazine   'Cause I'm hip      I dig   I'm in step   When it was hip to be hep, I was hep   I don't blow but I'm a fan   Look at me swing   Ring a ding ding   I even call my girlfriend man   I'm so hip      Every Saturday night   With my suit buttoned tight    And my suedes on   I'm gettin' my kicks   Watching arty French flicks    With my shades on      I'm too much   I'm a gas   I am anything but middle class   When I hang around the band   Poppin' my thumbs   Diggin' the drums   Squares don't seem to understand   Why I flip   They're not hip    Like I'm hip      I'm hip   I'm alive   I enjoy any joint   Where there's jive   I'm on top of every trend   Look at me go   Bobby Darrin knows my friend   I'm so hip      I'm hip   But not weird   Like, you notice, I don't wear a beard   Beards were in but now they're out   They had they're day   Now they're passe   Just ask me if you're in doubt   Cause I'm hip      Now whatever the fads   And whatever the ads   Say is neatsville   I'll be keeping abreast   Out in front with the rest of elitesville      'Cuz I'm cool as a cuke   I'm a cat,    I'm a card   I'm a kook   I get so much out of life   Really, I do   One more time play Mack the Knife   Let 'er rip    I may flip   but I'm hip   I'm hip   I'm hip