Shel Silverstein - It Does Not Pay To Be Hip lyrics

Well, for a long time now I've been aware That like I'm alright but like the world is square. So I'll tell all you people you can take my tip It does not pay to be hip. Now just last week I found myself in the red With no way to meet my overhead So like I went to my buddy And asked him for some bread, And here is what he said: He said, "You want white bread, Rye bread, pumpernickel, whole wheat Cracked wheat, challa or bialy?" I said, "Later." He said, "You mean three or four o'clock?" I said, "Later." He said, "You mean Thursday or Friday?" I said, "Forget it." Now I was feelin' uptight, so like I went to see the man. I heard he always had some stuff on hand. I said, "Tell me, baby, can you spare some pot?" He said, "You're welcome to anything I got. And I've got steel pots, bra** pots, cast iron, aluminum Pyrex, Winbex." I said, "Cool it." He said, "You mean put it in the refrigerator?" I said, "Cool it." He said, "You mean turn on the air conditioning?" I said, "Forget it." Now I was feeling strung out And hung up and brought down. There was nobody hip like in the whole damn town. So I run upon a chick, and she was long and tall And asked her would she care to ball. And she said, "Football, baseball, volleyball, or basketball, Handball, pinball, bowling ball?" I said, "You're putting me on." She says, "On the train, on the plane, On the bus or on the sidewalk?" I said, "I wanna make it." She said, "Make what?" I said, "A scene." I said, "I want to make a scene!" She said, "Shakespeare, Clifford Odetts, Arthur Miller or Pirandello?" I said, "Forget it." She says, "You know what I'd like to do?" I said, "No, what?" And she said, "I'd like to make love to you." And I said, "Go, baby, go!" And she left.