Poppin' my thumbs, diggin' the drums
Every Saturday night
I get so much outta life
I'm hip
'Cause I'm cool as a cuke
I even call my girlfriend "Man," 'cause I'm hip
I read People Magazine, 'cause I'm hip
Really, I do skoo ba dee boo
I'm too much I'm a gas
Meditation and macrobiotics
Sammy Davis knew my friend
And as soon as I can
When I hang around the band
I'm a cat, I'm a card, I'm a kook, kook, kook
One more time play "Mack the knife"
Sqaures don't seem to understand
Why I flip they're not hip like I'm hip
When it was hip to be hep, I was hep
I don't blow but I'm a fan
Look at me go vo dee o do
I am always on the scene
Like you notice, I don't wear a beard
I'm hip, but not weird
See, I'm hip I'm no square
Diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on
Look at me swing ring a ding ding
Like dig, I'm in step
I'm gettin' my kicks
Makin' the rounds, diggin' the sounds
I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm aware
I intend to get into narcotics
They had their day now they're passe
Now I'm deep into Zen
That's why they call me the high priestess of cool
With my suit buttoned tight and my suedes on
Just ask me if you're in doubt, 'cause I'm hip
I am the one who's plugged in around here
I'm on top of every trend
I am anything but middle class
Beards were in but now they're out
