the bellamy brothers
old hippie iii (saved)
He turned thirty-five last Sunday* In his hair he found some gray  But he still ain't changed his lifestyle  He likes it better the old way  So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence  He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense  He get's out there in the twilight zone  Sometimes when it just don't make no sense   He gets off on country music  'Cause disco left him cold  He's got young friends into new wave  But he's just too friggin' old And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died  How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry  Yeah he thinks of John sometimes  And he has to wonder why  He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do  Should he hang on to the old  Should he grab on to the new  He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust  He ain't trying to change nobody  He's just trying real hard to adjust   He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip  Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip  And they forced him to become a man while he was still a boy  And in each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy  Now this world may change around him  But he just can't change no more   He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do  Should he hang on to the old  Should he grab on to the new  He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust  He ain't trying to change nobody  He's just trying real hard to adjust   Well, he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs  And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round  Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs  'Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday  And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away  Like the smoke from that torpedo...just up and fade away   He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do  Should he hang on to the old  Should he grab on to the new  He's an old hippie...his new life is just a bust  He ain't trying to change nobody  He's just trying real hard to adjust