Hippy Children


The bubble bursts in 1968
With a hippy child in a hippy age
Love and peace man, on every wall
It's a shame my generation don't say that anymore
But guess what,

Hippy children,
making the money Hippy children,
tasting the honey Hippy children,
working in the city Hippy children,
in little houses sitting pretty

In the small I tape the newspapers
I see an advert advertising lifestyles
So save your conscience for sunday afternoon
Read your papers, then have a sund