Mod - Hippypotomus lyrics

Chubby chick you look hip

When you dress up in tie die

So now what will you do that Jerry's dead

Will you finally wash your hair

And join the real world

Or wait for Bob Wier to tour instead

Everybody peace out

And look at the cool clouds

Granola parades, make up your weekend

Taking acid, eating your tofu

Wearing sandles, keeps you down to earth

When in reality, it's gravity versus girth

Miss Hippypottomus it's 1996

You gotta work to live

You just can't enjoy the trip...

Miss Hippypottomus

I really think that Jerry was ultra cool

But unlike you he's dead now who's the fucking fool