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==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
I'm in this old timer's band in | I'm in this old timer's band in some old timer's bar<br> | ||
This old hippy's up here dancing, his feet are caught in a jar<br> | This old hippy's up here dancing, his feet are caught in a jar<br> | ||
Dance, I want to see those hippy boots fly<br> | Dance, I want to see those hippy boots fly<br> | ||
Dance, may you always be high | Dance, may you always be high | ||
Here comes Droopy Drawers Sam, here | Here comes Droopy Drawers Sam, here comes ol' Sal the Martyr<br> | ||
She suffers and | She suffers and suffers 'cause nothing can harm her<br> | ||
Dance through all the horror in the dark<br> | Dance through all the horror in the dark<br> | ||
Dance with all the Caspers who hold your tiny heart | Dance with all the Caspers who hold your tiny heart | ||
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Like the music came from your soul<br> | Like the music came from your soul<br> | ||
Like it came from your soul | Like it came from your soul | ||
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| Song by Mark Eitzel from the album Demos Before Love Songs | |
| Released | 2005 |
| Format | CD |
| Label | Self-released |
| Writer(s) | Mark Eitzel |
| Producer(s) | Mark Eitzel & Jay Bennett |
| Demos Before Love Songs track listing | |
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"Hippy Boots" is the 4th song on Mark Eitzel's 2005 limited edition tour CD, Demos Before Love Songs.
Lyrics
I'm in this old timer's band in some old timer's bar
This old hippy's up here dancing, his feet are caught in a jar
Dance, I want to see those hippy boots fly
Dance, may you always be high
Here comes Droopy Drawers Sam, here comes ol' Sal the Martyr
She suffers and suffers 'cause nothing can harm her
Dance through all the horror in the dark
Dance with all the Caspers who hold your tiny heart
Hooker next to me, she drinks gin from the well
She says, "Unlike you Mr. Sourpuss, I got something to sell,"
Dance across that sourpuss grave
Don't let the earth tell you how to behave
Dance away from all the dumb things you know
Dance as if the music came from your soul
Like the music came from your soul
Like the music came from your soul
Like the music came from your soul
Like it came from your soul