I was a hippie, I had my beads
To match my, then, long black hair
I was into The Great Society, The Grateful Dead
Wished to go to Haight-Ashbury but sadly never got there
Now “the actual last hippie” is dead
But he left us many a good song
Who can’t dig Sugar Magnolia, Truckin’
The Dead are who to listen to when the night is long.