He walks through the Lower Haight

With a pouch on one arm

Hes tall and slim And he moves with an animal charm

Hes a foxy dude

Id love to lure him to my room

Well lay back Relax and do some shrooms

My hippy dude, my hippy dude

Get you in the nude N do things rude and lewd my hippy dude

The pants he wears Are made in EI Salvador

If I could get inside them

Id be a happy man for sure

I realize many guys like this arent gay

But theres so much ambiguity

I wouldnt try to say

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I cant wait to get my hands

On your hippy dick

Your love pump is what Ill lick

Your hippy dick, your hippy dick

Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick

I think I could learn

To stand the Grateful Dead

It sure beats listening

To some dance remix instead

Id love to run my hand

Through his long and wavy locks

And be stretched out on his bed

Holding one anothers cocks

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