| Everybody claims that they want the best things |
| Outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone |
| Wanna got through the toils and strifes. |
| Like this particular fella, walks around |
| All day long singin' this song |
| Sha na lah dah dah lah dah dah dah dah |
| Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade, |
| Life don’t bug him cause he Thinks he’s got it made. |
| He never worry about nothin' in particular |
| Oooh he might even sell free press on Sunset. |
| I’d like to help a man when he’s down |
| But I can’t help him much |
| When he’s sleepin' on the ground. |
| He’s like a bottle in water |
| Harry just floats through life |
| Walks around all day long singin' this song |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, ohhh yeah |
| Mary Hippie, she’s Harry’s lady |
| Panhandles money just to feed Harry’s baby. |
| She can lie down a story so incredible |
| Man, you wanna help her take the food |
| Home and put it on the table. |
| I’d like to help a man when he’s down, |
| But I can’t help ya Harry |
| If you wanna sleep on the ground. |
| Sorry Harry, you’re too much weight |
| To carry around. |
| But he still walks around all day singin' this song |
| Sha dah dah dah sha nah nah nah nah nah |
| Nah sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah |
| Street child, street child, tell me where |
| Will you be goin' |
| When old man winter gets his horn |
| And starts blowin' |
| Will you hang around LA |
| Or hitch a ride on a freeway |
| Meet an old familiar face in a new place. |
| I’d like to help a man when he’s down |
| But how can I help him |
| If he’s somewhere outta town |
| Sorry Harry, think I’m gonna put you down. |
| Sha dah dah dah sha dah dah dah dah |
| Sha lah lah lah lah dah dah dah |
| Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah, |
| FADE |