Lyrics:

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 Levis 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 Levis 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 Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
'Cause my wife and kids don't wanna see their daddy
Be a hippie no more, no more [Incomprehensible]

I'm tired of wearing buckskin
I think I'll trade my Levis for some new Bermuda shorts
'Cause my wife and kids don't wanna see their daddy
Be a hippie no more, whoa