Ugly Americans - Hippietown lyrics

Hippietown got hippies runnin around in it Hold on. don't get me wrong. now wait just a minute I'm not talkin about the daisy chains and good pot I'm talkin about the grateful dead dreadlock Lookin mothaf**kers sayin do you got a dime I need to buy some more beer more wine I need to put a little gas in my van So i can follow the phish across the land to hippietown Hippietown's got tie-dyed freaks Who don't wash their clothes for weeks and weeks Wearin the baggy pants and the summer dresses They got the tatooed skin and the tangled tresses Don't like to work or get too tied down Like to keep their options open. like to move around Don't know what the hell tomorrow's for Don't don't mind crashin on your floor down in hippietown Hippietown's got hippies with the crystals round their necks They got the gris gris fighting off the hex In hippietown they don't wear no underwear Pants get all stinky but they don't care Stayin up all night listen to the grateful dead Mostly pops and buzzes cracklin in their heads Takin a two liter bottle and turnin it into a bong Reading them tarot cards all day long down in hippietown Got to get back to hippietown