Harry "The Hipster" Gibson - The Hipster's Blues lyrics

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