Bob Gaulke - Short-Haired Hippie Lyrics

Late to work again without a good excuse
Reading comic books in the lunch room
He's moving back home, his girl friend can't stand his looks
He's bought a new guitar with the rent money for June

Daydreams all day- can barely sweep that broom
Eyes a flutter with sleep; stuck in there good
On the phone with Jeff when it's clearly my turn
He'll tell you his plans when his submarine submerges

Walks like a girl, but they dig him, too
Making out in the park like the birds do
Singing songs about outer space or animals at the zoo
I'd kick his ass but I've got better things to do

How could he be having so much fun without money
He doesn't own a car or even watch tv
There ought be a law at least a bumper sticker
Saying 'watch that guy get away with murder'

Truth be told I used to be one too
That was years ago when I was in school
Now I've got bills to pay and another baby due
You got to grow up sometimes that's what adults do

He's called in sick again, now he's watching cartoons
He's just turned twenty-nine, to him that's news
He don't got troubles beyond the crabs
His next drug trip, or the name of his band