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