Version 1
Gather 'round all you hipsters
Dig what I'm putting down
'Cause I'm hip in a few days
This story's gonna be around
Now I'm laying it on you straight
And I hope you cats will all understand
Why a beat up chick like me
Ain't sorry she knifed her old man
I'll say he was really in there
And he solid give me my kicks
But I warned him
Not mess around with any other chicks, yeah
It was on that fatal night
I dug him up the track
Say I found that fool
Was messing behind my back
Man I wasn't high but I solid blew my top
When I dug him with that good for nothing mop
Now I didn't want to bring him
Or do anything rash
So I cut on down
To our little stash
I tried to get high
And pitch a ball
When I dug his footsteps
Coming down the hall
Man I got frantic
So I crowded behind the door
Next thing I know
Old Pops was on the floor
Now I ain't sorry
And you know I ain't offering up no prayer
I don't care if they hang me
Or if I get the chair
Cause I know there's a heap of chicks around this town
Who feel just about the same
And I'm hipping you man
They will be to blame
So take it slow
With characters of the opposite s**
Cause you just never know, man you never know
When you're gonna be next
Mmm, mmm. Man you just never know.
You never know
Version 2
You got plenty of time and you don't know where to go
You're sticking, but man, what you gonna do with your dough?
You'd like to be with those characters who are supposed to be your friends, huh?
Man, I know you'd like to lush yourself to all ends
But you find you're alone and blue
And you feel as though the world's gonna fall down on top of you
Then it comes to you all of a sudden in a flash
And you fall on down to a fine groovy little stash
Where the lights are low, a mellow red
And the perfume incense just goes to your head
You look around and you try to pick
A really in there, solid chick
She offers you some mellow wine
And man, you just begin to feel so fine
And Jack, you get some of that stuff that makes you fly into a rage
And you reach that out-of-the-world, mellow stage, mellow stage
Next thing you know you find yourself back home again
Man, you don't know how you got there, and I'm hip, you don't know when
Well you're facing reality now
And you're in the same beat groove
You try to get up
But you find you just can't move
Suddenly the doorbell rings
And into the room, your square chick springs
"Get up, honey, it's gettin' awful late,
Don't you remember, we have a date."
Now I say this chick is really in there
And man, you'd even love her, if she wasn't such a square
But what's the use, man, she just can't pitch a ball
Why Jack, she don't go for that hip groove at all
So later on you cut out, and get some freakish high
Cause you know you're gonna be that way, until the day you die