He turned 35 last Sunday
And in his hair he found some gray.
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle.
He likes it better the old way.
So he grows a little garden
In the back yard by the fence.
He's consumin' what he's growin'
Nowadays in self-defense.
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
And the day John Lennon died.
How the music made him happy
And the silence made him cry.
He thinks of John sometimes
And has to wonder "why"?
But he's an old hippie
And he don't know what to do.
Should he hang on to the old ?
Should he grab on to the new ?
He's an old hippie and
This new life is just a bust.
He ain't tryin' to change nobody.
He's just tryin' real hard to adjust.
He was sure back in the 60's
That everyone was hip.
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
For his senior trip.
And forced him to become a man
While he was still a boy
And behind each wave of tragedy
He waited for the joy.
Now the world might change around him
But he just can't change no more.
He stays away a lot now
From the parties and the clubs.
And he's thinkin' while he's joggin' around
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs.
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away.
Like the smoke from that torpedo
Just up and fade away.