Hippy Dude - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

He walks through the Lower Height with a pouch on one arm

He's tall and slim, and he moves with an animal charm

He's a foxy dude

I'd love to lure him to my room

We'll lay back, relax, and do some shrooms

My hippy dude, my hippy dude

Get you in the nude and do things rude and lewd

My hippy dude

The pants he wears are made in El Salvador

If I could get inside them

I'd be a happy man for sure

I realize many guys like this aren't gay

But there's so much ambiguity

I wouldn't try to say

My hippy dude, my hippy dude

Get you in the nude and do things rude and lewd

My hippy dude

I can't wait to get my hands

On your hippy dick

Your love pump is what I'll lick

Your hippy dick, your hippy dick

Your hip hip hip hip hip hip hippy dick

I think I could learn

To stand the Grateful Dead

It sure beats listening

To some dance remix instead

I'd love to run my hand

Through his long and wavy locks

And be stretched out on his bed

Holding one another's cocks

My hippy dude, my hippy dude

Get you in the nude and do things rude and lewd

My hippy dude