I´m hanging up my hang-ups
Ere I turn into a blank automoton
You won´t find me on the treadmill
You can tell ´em Willy boy has been and gone
Yes mogadon time´s over

There´ll be an empty bed in babylon
Cos i´m a happy hippy
It´s beads and roman sandles from now on

Yes I´m a happy hippy, they call me mr whippy
When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy
Wes i´m a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy
That everybody´s happy ´cos everything is trippy

I´ve found a new position
I don´t use chairs and tables anymore
I focus my attention from a lovely purple cushion on the floor
When I look back at the rat-race
I don´t regret a thing I´ve disavowed
With the freedom of an eagle
I can awlays keep my head above the clouds

´Cos i´m a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
Yes i´m a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
That everybody´s happy cos everything is trippy

Good day everyone

Now I ´m a jolly beatnik
I haven´t got a worry in the way
My hair grows long and shaggy
As I savour every minute of the day
Immune from all achievement
Since I threw away my telly and my phone
In my pastroal pajamas
Spending every waking moment getting stoned

Yes i´m a happy hippy they call me mr. whippy
When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy
Yes i´m a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy
That everybody´s happy cos everything is trippy

i´m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
i´m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
i´m a happy hippy and everything is trippy
i´m a happy hippy and everything is trippy, yipee