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"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! Ha ha!

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. 
`Cuz 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," 
`cuz 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 class. 
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 not. 
They had they`re day. Now they`re passé.
Just ask me if you`re in doubt, 
`cuz I`m hip.

Now I`m deep into Zen 
meditation and macrobiotics, 
and as soon as I can 
I intend to get into narcotics.

`Cuz I`m cool as a cuke. 
I`m a cat, I`m a card, I`m a kook, kook, kook. 
I get so much out of 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.

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