Tuesday, March 17, is not Saint Patrick's Day.
I changed it. It is now called, "Kiss an Irish Hippy Day." So, all you all, get to work now! Giddy-up, yah! Get that lip gloss a-popping.
The subject was conspiracy. I was like, I'm not really, very conspiratorial if you know what I mean. I hear what you say, but do you know what I mean?
I'm sort of more like one of those people who has to ask repeatedly, "You feel me?" every thirty seconds during a conversation. My brain bounces around too much. I'm like conspira-what?
The only conspiracy that I want to continue is the excellent notion that the hippy man kisses better than any other man on Earth.
Hippy men kiss better than Muslims, Christians, Jews or infidels. I mean no offense, counting myself as a confirmed member of the infidel category. Tattoo the words, "Hippy Infidel," on my forehead, for that is truly what I am.
Oh, and I'm Irish too. Special Bonus! Ding. Ding. Ding. Kiss the Irish Hippy man.
Mike McKenzie 2015
TITLE: THE HIPPY MAN
(NOBODY KISSES LIKE)
(IRISH DRINKING SONG
LIKE YOU’RE SWINGING A
BOTTLE OF WHISKEY IN
YOUR HAND)
INTRO:
G C GGG C GG CCCC G G
(Yeah, Hey, Be Bomb Be dede Day)
G
I’ve kissed soldiers and sailors
C GCG
and basketball players
G
I’ve kissed doormen and waiters
C GCG
And school administrators
G
I’ve kissed senators and mayors
C GCG
And a bagpipe player …
C A7 G
I’ll cry salty tears for a thousand years
C A7 GCG ‘cause kisses quite the way he can
C A7 GCG
Nobody kisses like … the Hippy Man
GCGGGGCGCGGGGC
(WITH VOCAL HARMONY)
Yeah, Hey, Be Bomb Be dee Day
Yeah, Hey, Be Bomb Be dee Day
(TAMBOURINE FLOURISH)
VOCAL ONLY: “Aye-yi-yi-yi
(VOCAL STARTS TEMPO CHANGE)
(TEMPO SHIFT BLUE EYED SKA
Like Desmond Decker’s
“Israelites”)
(SWITCH TO BAR CHORDS)
G G C GGG C G C GGG C
G
Oh Ho the Hippy Man
He is so fine
He brings with him a certain
wholistic vibe
C D G
Oh, Whoa-ho-O-o, the Hippy Man
C D G C G
Oh, Whoa-oho-o, the Hippy Man
G
The Hippy Man
He takes his time
He gets it right
Every time
C D G
Oh, Whoa, Oh-o-o, the Hippy Man
C D G
Oh, nobody kisses like, the Hippy Man
G
The Hippy Man
He takes the cake
His luscious lips
Make my heart race
C D G C G
Whoa-o-o-o, The Hippy Man
C D G C G
Whoa-o-o-o, The Hippy Man
G
The Hippy Man
He meditates
before the women kiss
his bearded face
C D G
Whoa-o-o-The Hippy Man
C D G C G
Whoa-o-o-o, The Hippy Man
C D G
whoa-o-o, the Hippy Man
C D G
Whoa-o-o, the Hippy Man
TEMPO SHIFT Back to the Top, skip the intro, use the intro as an outro
Additional verse and chorus
G
The butcher, the baker
C G
the candlestick maker
G
Rich man, poor man,
C G
beggar man, thief
G
I kissed ‘em all trying to find true love
C G
A doctor, a lawyer, and an Indian chief
C A7 G
I’ll cry salty tears for a thousand years
C A7 G
No one kisses quite the way he can
C A7 G
Nobody kisses like the Hippy Man
GCGCGC
Yeah, Hey, bee bomb dede day
Yeah, Hey, bee bomb dede day
14 окт 2024
