Chad Mitchell Trio - The Hip Song lyrics

Oh yeah Well, for a long time now I've been aware That I'm so hip The rest of the world is square Now I'll tell all you people And just take my tip It doesn't pay to be too hip Now yesterday I found myself Sort of in the red With no immediate way To meet my overhead Well I went up to my buddy And I asked him for some bread Here's what he said He said, sure, you want white bread, or rye bread, or pumpernickle, Or whole wheat, cracked wheat, bagles, challah, or bialy? Well, I said later He said 2:30, 3:30, 4:30, 5:30? I said, no, like later baby Oh, you mean next week? Well, I said, let's forget it Well I went on uptown to see a man Heard he had a little stuff on hand I said tell me baby, can you spare some pot? He said, you're welcome man to anything that I got I got steel pots, aluminum pots, cast-iron, bra**, and pewter I said no, no, cool it You mean put it in the refrigerator? No, no, I mean like, you know, cool it You mean turn on the air conditioning? Well, that wasn't exactly what I had in mind either Well I was getting real uptight And sort of brought down There was nobody hip in your whole damn town Then I met this chick And she was long and tall And I ask her, you know, if she'd care to have a ball She says football, or baseball, or volleyball, or handball, or pinball, or soccer? I said, you putting me on? She says the train, or the bus, or the plane, or the subway? No, I just wanna make it Make what? Well, a scene, I wanna make a scene Shakespeare, Clifford Odets, Arthur Miller, Pirandello? Well, what you do but, I said, forget it And then she said Well you know what I'd like to do? No, what? Well, I'd like to make love to you Well, go baby, go And I leaned back and I closed my eyes And she left