Well it's that time of year again

Everybody's runnin' round

Decorating everything

Before the fat man comes to town

Meanwhile at the commune

He's getting ready too

He's tye-dying T-shirts

Making love beads just for you

He's trimming up his favorite tree

Tokin' what he grew

Well he's got the 8 track blastin'

Incense burns by candlelight

Gene Autry's singin' Rudolph

The Grateful Dead do Silent Night

And he's seen the evening news

And the prospects still look dim

But solutions for the planet

He knows starts right here with him

So he'll visualize

This sacred night

A world that ain't out on a limb

Yeah, it's an old hippie Christmas

Weather's cold and hearts are warm

Momma's smokes the turkey

While daddy smokes the farm

It's an old hippie Christmas

Just full of yultide fun

Jesus must have been a hippie Peace and love to everyone

Well the kids makeup their wishlist

Sunshine, wants the A bomb banned

Rainbow, wants to go to 'Frisco

In an old Volkswagon van

And the black lights

And the lava lamps

Are flashin' all about

And Santa in his sandals

Leaves us little doubt

That Christmas time is almost here

It's gonna be far-out

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