Hippy girl, little girl, where are you going to?
Down in the twilight to have me some pot.
Hippy girl, little girl, what will you do then?
Ol’ daddy Nixon will likely be shot.
Hippy girl, little girl, whom will you care for?
Naught for a white man and less for a w_.
Hippy girl, little girl, what will you do then?
Live like a trollop and die like a dog.
(Undated, between 1966 and 1970?)
