Ian Dury - Happy Hippy lyrics

I'm hanging up my hang-ups Ere I turn into a blank automaton You won't find me on the treadmill You can tell 'em Willy Boy has been and gone Yes Mogadon time's over There'll be an empty bed in Babylon 'Cos I'm a happy hippy It's beads and Roman sandals from now on Yes I'm a happy hippy, they call me Mr. Whippy When everything is crappy, being hippy makes you happy Yes I'm a happy hippy, and you can bet your bippy That everybody's happy 'cos everything is trippy I've found a new position I don't use chairs and tables anymore I focus my attention from a lovely purple cushion on the floor When I look back on the rat-race I don't regret a thing I've disavowed With the freedom of an eagle I can always keep my head above the clouds 'Cos I'm a happy hippy they call me Mr. Whippy When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy Yes I'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy That everybody's happy 'cos everything is trippy (Good diets everyone?) Now I 'm a jolly beatnik I haven't got a worry in the way My hair grows long and shaggy As I savour every minute of the day Immune from all achievement Since I threw away my telly and my phone In my pastel pyjamas Spending every waking moment getting stoned 'Cos I'm a happy hippy they call me Mr. Whippy When everything is crappy being hippy makes you happy Yes I'm a happy hippy and you can bet your bippy That everybody's happy 'cos everything is trippy And everything is trippy, and everything is trippy, And everything is trippy, and everything is trippy I'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy I'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy I'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy I'm a happy hippy and everything is trippy Yippee!