Hippie, Hippie Fields
I've heard your call
I wanted to be a bad smoker
Since I was three feet tall

I've smoked it all
I smoked it all

Tricked the men that sell you
Switched from cigars to weed
And in my bedroom hold the pleasures
Hustler has ever seen

Smoke while I sleep
Smoke while I sleep

Yes, I am a pothead
Two hundred butts correlate
The scientists wonder
Why I'm not under
I'm an over forty smoker that's great

A stoned out state
A stoned out state

I've done a bit of smuggling
And I've smoked my share of packs
I've made enough money to go buy Disney
But I smoke them a bit too fast
Money never lasts
Money never lasts

Well I have been high now for over two weeks
I've passed out, and I've bought more, they call me a freak
But I've got to stop wishing
Got to go stoning
Back to Woodstock again
Party never ends
Party never ends

(Solo of bong hits and hacking)

I go for hooker women
Bachelor and I know why
They all ran away
Never more than one date
But they still smell like smoke for a while
Just takes a while
And a laundry pile

Hippie, Hippie Fields
After all these years I've found
This unexceptional hazard be
Because cafes all kick me out
Because I got high
Gonna get stoned till I die
Because I got high
Gonna get stoned till I die