Written by David Bellamy
B E B He turned thirty-five last Sunday in his hair he found some gray F# But he still ain't changed his lifestyle he likes it better the old way E B So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence E B F# He's consuming what he's growing now-a days in self defense B He gets out there in the twilight zone E B Sometimes when it just don't make no sense E B He gets off on country music cause disco left him cold F# He's got young friends in a new wave but he's just too damn old E B And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died E B F# How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry B E B Yeah he thinks of John sometimes and he has to wonder why E B He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do F# B Should he hang on to the old should he grab on to the new E B He's an old hippie his new life is just a bust F# E F# B He ain't trying to change nobody he just trying real hard to adjust E B He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip F# Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip E B And they forced him to become a man while he was still a boy E B F# And behind each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy B E B Now this world may change around him but he just can't change no moreE B Well he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs And he's thinking while he's jogging around F# Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs E B Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday E B F# And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away B E B Like the smoke from that torpedo just up and fade away