Hip Like Cohen Songtext
von Lynne Hanson

I was such a great dancer
When I was three
The glory days of my infant phase
The time before reality
Introduced me to the concept
There was a ceiling to being me
Before the fall, before I hit the wall
I still wanna be
Hip like Cohen

There was that awkward phase
When I was lonely and square
If I could travel time I′d tell that pal of mine
Not to give a flying ... care
About being famous
Staying nameless
That walking backwards can be dangerous


Thing is at the end of the day
You can dress me up
Can't tell me what to say
Call it heresy I still wanna be
Hip Like Cohen

Sipping sidecars while posing
Lining up to be seen
Proud to be postmodern
Without really knowing what that means
We were party cats
Saying fancy that
Yeah we were all chasing the dream

Thing is at the end of the day
You can dress me up
Can′t tell me what to say
Call it heresy I still wanna be
Hip Like Cohen


These days I buy vinyl
It makes the songs sound smooth
I sit and listen on my flowered couch
When I'm in the mood
Embracing every moment
Not thinking all the time
A path is just a road I walk
I'm not looking for any signs

Thing is at the end of the day
You can dress me up
Can′t tell me what to say
Call it heresy I still wanna be
Hip Like Cohen