My wife said dear you’re almost thirty-three

Don’t you think it’s time to change your ways

The kids are starvin’ the dog is barkin’

We haven’t had a meal in three days

No one wants to hear a musician play

When they know he’s past his prime

Everybody knows when it’s his turn to quit

And I think you’ve reached your time

I’m tired of wearing buckskin

I think I'll   trade my Levi’s for some new Bermuda shorts

Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy

Be a hippie no more

I said Listen ma

I’m gonna get a job and maybe go back to school

I ain't gonna be mad or bitter toward life

cause it treated me so cruel, cruel, cruel, cruel

I think I’ll even give up smokin’ that week

Cause it boggles up my mind

I’m gonna start my life all over again

Gonna leave that past behind

I’m tired of wearing buckskin

I think I’ll trade my Levi’s for some new Bermuda shorts

Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy

Be a hippie no more

I’m tired of wearing buckskin

I think I’ll trade my Levi’s for some new Bermuda shorts

Cause my wife and kids don’t wanna see their daddy

Be a hippie no more, no more