Lyric I m Hip

"Oh man, do you believe that chick?
She has got no idea what s happening, no idea.
I am the one who s plugged in around here.
That s why they call me The High Priestess of Cool! Ha ha!

See, I m hip. I m no square.
I m alert, I m awake, I m aware.
I am always on the scene.
Makin the rounds, diggin the sounds.
I read People Magazine.
Cuz I m hip.

Like, dig! I m in step.
When it was hip to be hep, I was hep.
I don t blow but I m a fan.
Look at me swing. Ring a ding ding.
I even call my girlfriend "man,"
cuz I m hip.

Every Saturday night
with my suit buttoned tight and my suedes on
I m gettin my kicks
diggin arty French flicks with my shades on.

I m too much. I m a gas.
I am anything but middle class.
When I hang around the band,
poppin my thumbs, diggin the drums,
sqaures don t seem to understand
why I flip. They re not hip like I m hip.

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I m hip!
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I m on top of every trend.
Look at me go. Vo-dee-o-do.
Sammy Davis knew my friend.

I m hip, but not weird.
Like, you notice, I don t wear a beard.
Beards were in but now they re out.
They had they re day. Now they re passe.
Just ask me if you re in doubt,
cuz I m hip.

Now I m deep into Zen
meditation and macrobiotics,
and as soon as I can
I intend to get into narcotics.

Cuz I m cool as a cuke.
I m a cat, I m a card, I m a kook, kook, kook.
I get so much out of life.
Really, I do. Skoo ba dee boo.
One more time play "Mack the Knife."
Let er rip. I may flip, but I m hip.
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