Everybody claims that they want
The best things out-a life ha
But not everyone - not everyone
Wanna to go through the toils and strifes
Like this particular fella
Walks around all day long singin
Harry Hippy
Lies alseep in the shade
Life dont bug him
Cause he thinks hes got it made
He never worry
About nothing in particular
But ooo he might even sell
Free Press on Sunset
Id like to help my man
When hes down
But I cant help him much
When hes sleepin on the ground
Hes like a bottle at water
Harrys just floating through life
Walks around all day singin this so-ong-ong
Whoa-oh-whoa-whoa yeah
Mary Beth
Shes Harrys lady
Panhandles pennies
Just to feed Harrys baby
She get right on the story
So incredible
Man you wanna help her
Take the food home
And put it on the table
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| Id like to help my man
When hes down and out
But I cant help ya Harry
If ya wanna sleep on the ground
Sorry Harry
Oh youre too much weight to carry
But he still walks around
All day long singin this song
Sha-la-la-la sha-na-na-na-na
Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Sweet child - sweet child
Tell me where will you be goin
When old man winter
Hits us hard and starts blowin'
Will ya hang around L.A.
Or hitch a ride on a freeway
Meet an old familiar face in a new place
I like to help my man
When hes down
But how can I help him
If hes somewhere out-a-town
Sorry Harry
But I think Im gonna leave you down
Sha-na-na-na- sha-na-na-na
Sha-na-na-na-na sha-da-da-da-da
Everybody help me sing this song
FADES-
Oh yeah
Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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