Old hippies can be dangerous, he sez They’re ready to strike a light, a fire, a pose If you swing to the right of Joan Baez Or anywhere left of the Country Joes
They weep nostalgic tears about mary jane And rattle on about tokes and scores and hits Waving their walkers to Jefferson Airplane While shuffling slowly in their tie-dyed outfits
Old hippies can be dangerous – with every breath They’ll bore you first to tears, and then to death