What an intro!
When hippies get older, the hair to their shoulders turns gray
And everyone's winning at games that he never could play
The old bus is rusted and the peace sign is faded away
When hippies get older, the hair to their shoulders turns gray

What once got me up there, well now it's just bringing me down
And it's funny but I'm feeling much safer back here on the ground
Well the wildflower children died in the weeds by the way
When hippies get older, the hair to their shoulders turns gray

From Haight Street to Berkeley to Old Town to Washington Square
New places, new faces, there's no sign we ever were there
Well it's pornos and peep shows and dungeons where disco is played
And now and then some lonely hippie with hair turning gray

Well the world we were saving somehow it survived by itself
And the dreams we were chasing just turned into something to sell
And Timothy Leary is working a club in LA
When hippies get older, the hair to their shoulders turns gray

Well the summer of love, Lord, I wish we could live it again
Listen to Janice sing, Lord, buy me a Mercedes Benz
Not saving and trading the love that we once gave away
When hippies get older, the world on their shoulders turns gray

Don't trust anybody past 30 we once used to say
Now 30's a memory and 40s not too far away
So I bought me some scissors and I just might use them today
When hippies get older, the hair on their shoulders turns gray
When hippies get older, the hair to their shoulders turns gray

Words and Music by B. Bare F. Koller S. Silverstein