First I was a hippie Then I was a stockbroker Now I am a hippie again In the Summer of Love I was mellow and high I had my bus and my dog and everything I needed to get by But the years rolled on and I settled down I parked my bus and took a car pool into town A stockbroker in a three piece suit I gave up sellin' hash and started doin' toot I had more money than I'd ever dreamed of I forgot all about the Summer of Love First I was a hippie Then I was a stockbroker Now I am a hippie again The years went by faster and faster Down on Wall Street they called me the master I soon had more money than Lady Astor I couldn't see an impending disaster But I wasn't happy I broke out in a rash I just couldn't handle the stress... And then came the crash First I was a hippie Then I was a stockbroker Now I am a hippie again I'm free -- I lost all I had and that's ok with me I'm free -- I think I'll check the oil in my van I'm free -- I've got tickets for all five nights of the Grateful Dead I'm free -- hey, see my new macrame briefcase I'm free -- etc the Bobs http://vimeo.com/6483146