He turned thirty-five last Sunday
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 consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone
sometimes when it just don't make no sense
He gets off on country music
cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave
but he's just too damn old
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
Yet he thinks of John sometimes
and he has to wonder why
He's an old hippie
and he don't know what to do
should hang on to the old
should he grab on to the new
he's an old hippie
his new life is just a bust
he ain't trying to change nobody
he just trying real hard to adjust
He was sure back in the sixties
that everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
on his senior trip
And they force him to become a man
while he was still a boy
and in each wave of tragedy
he waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him
but he just can't change nomore
Well he stays away a lot now
from the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
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