Hippietown Lyrics - Singles - Ugly Americans

Hippietown got hippies runnin' around in it 

Hold on, don't get me wrong, now wait just a minute 

I'm not talkin' about the daisy chains and good pot 

I'm talkin' about the Grateful Dead dreadlock 

Lookin' mothafuckers sayin', Do you got a dime? 

I need to buy some more beer, more wine 

I need to put a little gas in my van 

So I can follow the Phish across the land to Hippietown 

Hippietown's got tie dyed freaks 

Who don't wash their clothes for weeks and weeks 

Wearin' the baggy pants and the summer dresses 

They got the tattooed skin and the tangled tresses 

Don't like to work or get too tied down 

Like to keep their options open, like to move around 

Don't know what the hell tomorrow's for 

Don't, don't mind crashin' on your floor, down in Hippietown 

Hippietown's got hippies with the crystals round their necks 

They got the gris-gris fighting off the hex 

In Hippietown, they don't wear no underwear 

Pants get all stinky but they don't care 

Stayin' up all night listen to the Grateful Dead 

Mostly pops and buzzes cracklin' in their heads 

Takin' a two liter bottle and turnin' it into a bong 

Reading them tarot cards all day long, down in Hippietown 

Got to get back to Hippietown