you could find some shoes and lose the boots
you could cut your hair...be less hirsute
you could wipe your face of stony smiles
one thing you can't hide
is when you're hippie inside

you could trim your 'stache and leave no trace
of your former self upon your face
you could wear a collar and a tie
one thing you can't hide
is when you're hippie inside

well, now you know
when some cat's...had wild times, yeah
wild times, bein' hep
and you'll always spot one
by their drugged look of fun
tell ya, there's a bunch i've spied

you can wear a shirt, austere and grim
not all tie-dye colored, full of whim
still your inner self can't be denied
one thing you can't hide
is when you're hippie inside

one thing you can't hide
is when you're hippie inside