Happy Hippy - Ian Dury, The Blockheads

I’m hanging up my hang-ups

Ere I turn into a blank automaton

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 sandals from now on

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’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 on the rat-race

I don’t regret a thing I’ve disavowed

With the freedom of an eagle

I can always 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 diets 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 pastel pyjamas

Spending every waking moment getting stoned

'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

And everything is trippy, and everything is trippy,

And everything is trippy, 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

I’m a happy hippy and everything is trippy

Yippee!