I'm Hip

Oh man, do you believe that chick? She has got no idea what's happening, no idea I am the one who's plugged in around here That's why they call me the high priestess of cool See, I'm hip I'm no square I'm alert, I'm awake, I'm aware I am always on the scene Makin' the rounds, diggin' the sounds I read People Magazine, 'cause I'm hip Like dig, I'm in step When it was hip to be hep, I was hep I don't blow but I'm a fan Look at me swing ring a ding ding I even call my girlfriend "Man," 'cause I'm hip Every Saturday night With my suit buttoned tight and my suedes on I'm gettin' my kicks Diggin' arty French flicks with my shades on I'm too much I'm a gas I am anything but middle cla*s When I hang around the band Poppin' my thumbs, diggin' the drums Sqaures don't seem to understand Why I flip they're not hip like I'm hip I'm hip I'm on top of every trend Look at me go vo dee o do Sammy Davis knew my friend I'm hip, but not weird Like you notice, I don't wear a beard Beards were in but now they're out They had their day now they're pa*se Just ask me if you're in doubt, 'cause I'm hip Now I'm deep into Zen Meditation and macrobiotics And as soon as I can I intend to get into narcotics 'Cause I'm cool as a cuke I'm a cat, I'm a card, I'm a kook, kook, kook I get so much outta life Really, I do skoo ba dee boo One more time play "Mack the knife" Let 'er rip, I may flip, but I'm hip