Hey All You Hippies

Please don’t you rush me I’m over the moon

Please don't you rush me

I'm over the moon

And I ain’t yet fit to come down

A rose is a rose, a balloon a balloon

You got to go right now

Go get a job and don’t work for your father

For he ain’t no salt of the earth

Your soft little palms beneath the Hollywood palms

Might just do well by some work

Hey all you hippies, you got a bad name

Ever since you let your guard down

Here comes Ronald Reagan from the Hollywood Hills

It don’t look like he’s fooling around

Now you know how they feel, you’re hip to the steel

Strutting so bold and aloof

You pray to God for luck while the reconnaissance truck

Is watching your every move

You wanted to fish and to live off the grid

You said, “Life should be easy and free”

But just one bad actor and his benefactor

Can bring the old girl to her knees

Hey all you hippies, you got a bad name

Ever since you let your guard down

Here comes Ronald Reagan from the Hollywood Hills

It don’t look like he’s fooling around

Do these fireworks arrays and low flying planes

Stir your patriot voice to sing

To each flickering flag on the Arlington lawn

For each pawn who has fell for his king

Hey all you hippies, you got a bad name

Ever since you let your guard down

Here comes Ronald Reagan from the Hollywood Hills

It don’t look like he’s fooling around

Here comes Ronald Reagan from the Hollywood Hills

It don’t look like he’s fooling around