The Hippies and the Beatniks (Miles Wooten) O late last night, Mr. Jones came home On the 8:45 from Victorio He was rich and fat, wore a big bowler hat And he hated the hippies and the beatniks, o Well he put his key in his mock Tudor door And he called to his wife, Well I'm home dear o The train was late and I had to wait It must be the hippies and the beatniks, o It was a sad day when he stepped inside And downstairs ran his daughter o Mummy's not here, she's gone I fear Away with the hippies and the beatniks, o Go fill up the tank of my four liter jag The mini's not so speedy o And I will drive 'til I find her alive Or dead with the hippies and the beatniks, o Then he drove high and he drove low Up the motorways and the byways too 'til he came soon to a hippie commune And there he spied his lady o What makes you leave your house and car Your washing machine and your stereo Your children three, not to mention me To go with the hippies and the beatniks, o What care I for my house and car My washing machine and my stereo Or children three, for now I am free To go with the hippies and the beatniks, o And as for you, well the day I rue That ever we did marry o I'll grow my hair and I'll travel anywhere Along with the hippies and the beatniks, o Child #200 See also files starting with GYP Copyright Miles Wooten SOF
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