Harry Hippe Songtext
von Bobby Womack

Everybody claims that they want the best things outta life, huh
But not everyone, not everyone
Wanna go through the toils and strifes

Like this particular fella walks around all day long singin′
Sha na dah 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
But ooh, 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, oh yeah


Mary Hippie, she′s Harry's lady
Panhandles pennies 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, oh, you′re too much weight to carry around

But he still walks around all day long singin' this song
Sha dah dah dah, sha nah nah nah nah nah
Sha lah lah lah lah dah 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 dah

Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah (sha lah lah lah, sha lah lah lah)