Hippy smell, only I can't tell Patchouli oil, sixties hell You're not real and you're not surreal Can't you tell, hippy smell Hippy smell, only I can't tell Patchouli oil, sixties hell You're not real and you're not surreal Can't you tell, hippy smell She's got the hippy smell, ladies and gentlemen You can smell the patchouli oil on her breath See the Grateful Dead posters hangin' up all over the place She said "You know, I wish I was alive in the sixties, cause those were really groovy times!" Well, you know I got somethin' to tell you You wouldn't want to be alive in the sixties You would've probably gotten your little hippy ass killed or something you little shitface Hippy smell, only I can't tell Patchouli oil, sixties hell You're not real and you're not surreal Can't you tell, hippy smell