Lyrics:

Hippy smell, only I can't tell
Patchouli oil, sixties hell

You're not real and you're not surreal
Can't you tell, hippy smell

Hippy smell, only I can't tell
Patchouli oil, sixties hell

You're not real and you're not surreal
Can't you tell, hippy smell

She's got the hippy smell, ladies and gentlemen
You can smell the patchouli oil on her breath
See the Grateful Dead posters hangin' up all over the place
She said 'You know, I wish I was alive in the sixties, cause those were really groovy times!'
Well, you know I got somethin' to tell you
You wouldn't want to be alive in the sixties
You would've probably gotten your little hippy ass killed or something you little shitface

Hippy smell, only I can't tell
Patchouli oil, sixties hell

You're not real and you're not surreal
Can't you tell, hippy smell