{Verse 1}

Big tan bus from seventy five

Pull up in my beamer blastin the newest Phish Live

Seven grand in tickets on moms credit card tab

Had to sell my I-pod to buy that fifty bag

Now we’re goin on the road, with some band for the summer

Who I don’t even know, but gonna live like a bum, or

The hobo or beatnik I read about in prep-school

I’ll take acid all night because I break all the rules!

{Chorus}

But I’m stuck in Paramus, making lattes for rich kids

Cuz the rents cut me off, they think I’m addicted

Is it my eyes? Or the “legalize it” poster?

I sure as hell wanna be a hippie- but I cant afford it

{1240 bar extended guitar solo}

{800 bar drum jam}

{Verse 2)

Tyler Mindy and Amy are back from the road

Yappin’ bout the grill cheese and burritos they sold

Lots of stories to tell, now that they’re back

Maybe gonna write a book like Hunter or Tom or Jack

{Chorus}

But I’m stuck in Paramus, making lattes for rich kids

Cuz the rents cut me off, they think I’m addicted

Is it my eyes? Or the “legalize it” poster?

I sure as hell wanna be a hippie- but I cant afford it