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I'm a dirty hippy even though I take a bath twice a day
I'm a dirty hippy even though I always brush my teeth
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little boy
I'm a dirty hippy even though my feet don't hardly smell
I'm a dirty hippy even though I eat meals just like you
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty little boy |
Peter Cross is the songwriter and the singer.
Commentary:
I wrote this song when I lived in the heart of New York City's Little Italy where I was
Living in a Beehive. This song represents a concept that occurs in the world of
art, and I call it "Form = Content", which means that I had to actually be a dirty hippy in order to truthfully write "I'm
a dirty hippy". I had hair down to my shoulders (good hair, too), and I was completely herbal from age 16. In my Prince
Street apartment, I had a tiny bathroom closet with only a toilet and no shower. I painted the bathroom day-glow blue and
all our guests would write clever things on the wall. Because I lived on the seventh floor and there was no elevator, I
wrote "Why not take a bag of garbage with you when you go?" on the front entrance door, and one of my friends wrote in
answer "Thanks - here, take one of my mints." We kept our dear Maryjane in a coffee container (half full at all times) on
the kitchen window sill. One day I knocked it off accidently and it fell down seven stories and almost bonked the super on
the head! I only found that out when there was a knock on my door and the super said, "Hey, is this yours? You almost
killed me!" The last line in this song turned out to be absolutely prescient. Whooooo boy! You have NO IDEA! And let's
keep it that way.
Music, lyrics, text, and web page design copyright 1996 © Peter Cross