I’m just an old hippie.
My feet are in jellies.
I’m walking with the Adversary.
My feet are in jellies.
I’m walking with the Adversary.
No one calls me Larry,
and I don’t wear huggies
when I’m walking with the Adversary,
and I don’t wear huggies
when I’m walking with the Adversary,
even though I’m a big baby.
(You could tell me stories!)
I’m the notorious hippie
(You could tell me stories!)
I’m the notorious hippie
who tried to dance like Fred Astaire-y
just to keep from being mopey.
The Adversary
just to keep from being mopey.
The Adversary
whisked me off to Kilkenny,
where in-
stead of two cats, there weren’t any.
Up the airy
stead of two cats, there weren’t any.
Up the airy
mountain, down the rushy
glen-ny.
I want to tell the story!
My life’s a dangerous adverse event, my-
self my own best frenemy.
I want to tell the story!
My life’s a dangerous adverse event, my-
self my own best frenemy.
