I’m running down the road

With my buddy an old toad,

I’ve got thirty hippies on my mind

Two say they are lonely

One hands me baloney

The rest of them are feeling fine

Gotta get away

From the work of the day

But the bosses say I’m out of line

One wants to employ me

Two just want to toy me

The rest still pitch the same old line

The toad keeps getting mad

About the girl that he had

He says why she gotta be so fine

He still doesn’t get it

She just wants to split it

He says, “Yea, but she should know its mine”

Well the road is getting long

And the night is coming on

Maybe we should thumb a ride,

The toad says but if only

She would only phone me

But then I’d have to pay a dime

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