Joe’s a Hippy
(Buckley)

Joe’s on stage
Playing guitar
Once he was nothing
He’s come real far
But the gig ain’t good
His friends don’t show
Oh no no
C’mon Joe
C’mon Joe

In the old brown mules
He walks the stage
A little bit of sorrow
A little itty beige
A young man cries
When he hears the song
He bought the record
And he sings along
It goes
Joe
Joe’s a hippy
Joe
Joe’s a star
Joe
Joe’s a hippy
You better get ready
You’re gonna go far

Joe sings
Jazz
Plays a couple of riffs
Got himself a baby
And a thing called love
Thinks he’s fancy
Acts the fool
Better get to work Joe
Pretty soon
Cause you never went to school

Joe
Joes a hippy
Joe
Joe’s a star
Joe
Joe’s a hippy
You better get ready
You’re gonna go far

Joe never travelled
Locked himself into the bedroom
Hid his dream to be a someone
Behind a broken smile

In a downtown place
Where the has beens hang
They wait for a star man
Dance to the bass
There’s a bunch of groovers
Who steal your breath
They turn around and
Fake their death
They sing

Joe
Joes a hippy
Joe
Joe’s a star
Joe
Joe’s a hippy
You better get ready
You’re gonna go far
Joe
Joes a hippy