Hippy Gumbo

Met a man, he was nice
Said his name was paradise
Didn't realise at the time
That his face and mind were mine

Hippy Gumbo, he's no good
Chop him up for firewood
Hippy Gumbo, he's no good
Chop him up for firewood

It seemed right and it seemed good
That I should dig on him all night
In the morning with the sun
He pulled an automatic gun

He blew my soul, he blew my brain
He said I could not do the same
Hippy Gumbo, he's no good
Chop him up for firewood

Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Chop him up and burn the wood
Hippy Gumbo he's no good
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood
Chop him up and burn the wood