Текст песни She's A Hippy - Chubby Checker

She's A Hippy

I love a hippy as she drives me crazy
But don’t say nothing bad about my baby
On South Street she acts real smart
Oh, why do lovers break each other’s hearts?
I know (She's a hippie)
She’s a way-out dame
I know (She's a hippie)
Oh yeah, but I love her just the same, uh!
Pointed boots like Bony Maronie
I wanna do the Bird but she wants to Pony
When I’m puffin' and draggin' I hear her shout
«You can’t sit down, come on, baby, work out»
I know (She's a hippie)
She’s a way-out dame
I know (She's a hippie)
Oh yeah, but I love her just the same, ah-ya-ya-ya-ya
Uh!
Does she dance real wild? (yeah, yeah)
Does she wear short skirts? (yeah, yeah)
Earring? (yeah)
Makeup? (yeah)
Lazy? (yeah)
Crazy? (yeah)
I don’t rock like Pilado
rocks
My pants are too long, and I wear white socks
A day will come, she’ll say, «Baby, please»
When a guy come and get these memories
I know (She's a hippie)
She’s a way-out dame
I know (She's a hippie)
Oh yeah, but I love her just the same
Oh yeah (She's a hippie)
She’s a way-out dame
I know (She's a hippie)
Oh, let me tell ya, but I love her just the same