Lyrics

Once a friendly stranger said to me, hippies call it STP You're a friendly stranger, I can see, take a whiff on me Have a revelation, the first one's free Soon you'll be addicted to eternity We'll be pushers, cosmic style It's too late to stop now, you're a Nova Cop now Hippies call it STP Look at all them hippies do their thing, hippies call it STP Trying to be the next week ripoff king, take a whiff on me Seems he was a flower child just last week Now he's got the clap and he's a needle freak Good thing love's all you need Brand new generation, brand new explanation Hippies call it STP Meanwhile in a headshot in Provincetown, hippies call it STP A gentle soulful cat's putting soldiers down, take a whiff on me Soldiers getting salty but the cat don't mind Getting soldiers salty helps the cat unwind He's a nark on a lark Busy as a beaver, just a gay deceiver Hippies call it STP Going to the country where everything's free Going to the country and you can't catch me I can't stand that bad city All I do there is shoot junk Gong around, gong around Keep on kicking that gong around Tears me up, brings me down But I gotta keep on kicking that gong around Be my flower child little girl, hippies call it STP Lemme be your guru for awhile, take a whiff on me 'Splain dat to me, Kingfish, it ain't to clear King it to me, 'splainfish, said the engineer Now you know why I veer Yummy yummy yummy, sucking off a mummy Hippies call it STP