Hey, All You Hippies!
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And I ain't yet fit to come down
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A rose is a rose, a balloon a balloon
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You got to go right now
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Go get a job and don't work for your father
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For he ain't no salt of the earth
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Your soft little palms beneath the Hollywood palms
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Might just do well by some work
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Hey all you hippies, you got a bad name
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Ever since you let your guard down
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Here comes Ronald Reagan o'er the Hollywood Hills
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It don't look like he's fooling around
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You know how they feel, you're hip to the steel
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Strutting so bold and aloof
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You pray to God for luck while the reconnasissance truck
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Is watching your every move
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You wanted to fish and to live off the grid
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You said, "Life should be easy and free"
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But just one bad actor and his benefactor
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Can bring the old girl to her knees
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Hey all you hippies, you got a bad name
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Ever since you let your guard down
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Here comes Ronald Reagan o'er the Hollywood Hills
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It don't look like he's fooling around
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Do these fireworks arrays and low flying planes
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Stir your patriot voice to sing
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To each flickering flag on the Arlington lawn
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For each pawn who has fell for his king
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Hey, All You Hippies!
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| The Low Anthem |
