He walks through the Lower Haight
With a pouch on one arm
HeŽs tall and slim And he moves with an animal charm
HeŽs a foxy dude
IŽd love to lure him to my room
WeŽll lay back Relax and do some shrooms
My hippy dude, my hippy dude
Get you in the nude ŽN do things rude and lewd my hippy dude
The pants he wears Are made in EI Salvador
If I could get inside them
IŽd be a happy man for sure
I realize many guys like this arenŽt gay
But thereŽs so much ambiguity
I wouldnŽt try to say
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I canŽt wait to get my hands
On your hippy dick
Your love pump is what IŽll lick
Your hippy dick, your hippy dick
Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick
I think I could learn
To stand the Grateful Dead
It sure beats listening
To some dance remix instead
IŽd love to run my hand
Through his long and wavy locks
And be stretched out on his bed
Holding one anotherŽs cocks
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