Ageing Old Hippie

	My | father is an ageing old | hippie
	We | live the best that we | can
	With | one or two brothers and | three of my mothers
	In his | tatty old hippie cara|van

My | name is Woodstock Fran|cisco...
| Yasgur Jefferson | Floyd
I have | thousands of aunts and | uncles
Not | one has even been em|ployed
I was | born and raised I | do declare
In a | commune fine and | fair
Where the | women wore beads and | sesame seeds
And the | men were all covered in | hair

Well I | went to school - oc|casionally
I was a|mazed what I found | there
The | girls wore clothes the | whole year round
And the | boys had short straight | hair
I | learned very little and they | called me dope
So | I was filled with | pride
For my | daddy always said he was | happiest when
His | dope was by his | side

	My | father is an ageing old | hippie
	We | live the best that we | can
	With | one or two brothers and | three of my mothers
	In his | tatty old hippie cara|van

We | went on the trail in our | camper van
It was | known as the M | A
My | dad was stoned when he | fixed on the badge the V
The V | W was up the wrong | way
From | town to town from | farm to farm
We | lived so wild and | free
And | every time we stopped it | seemed there dropped
A new | brother or sister for | me

When | I grew up I de|cided to drop out
I | thought it such a | lark
Got a | suit and a car, left my | old guitar
And | went to be a square bank | clerk
Those who | couldn’t stick the pace of the | human race
| Laughed and thought it | funny
But they | never seemed to mind if I was | good and kind
And | let them use my | money

	My | father is an ageing old | hippie
	We | live the best that we | can
	With | one or two brothers and | three of my mothers
	In his | tatty old hippie cara|van

Now my | daddy and me and | mothers one two three
Get | on just fine most | days
But | if I have a friend, | time I have to spend
Ex|plaining my old folks’ | ways
When I | bring a girlfriend home to | meet my folks
I am | always so re|lieved
To | take home my date before my | folks relate
Just | how I was con|ceived

Now my | daddy and my mothers and a | couple more dads
And an | aunt and an uncle | too
Need | residential care and I’m | tearing out my hair to find
To find | what we call an old folks’ | zoo
And I’ll | never be able to | visit them there
| Year out or year | in
With | all those hippies there, sup|posing they get bare
I’d be | scared of all that wrinkly | skin

	My | father is an ageing old | hippie
	We | live the best that we | can
	With | one or two brothers and | three of my mothers
	In his | tatty old, batty old, | ratty old, catty old,
	| tatty old hippie cara|van.