Now everybody claims that
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They want the best things out of life
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But not everyone, not everyone
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Wanna got through the toils and strifes
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Like this particular fella walks around
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All day long singin'
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Sha na na na na na na na na naa
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Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade
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Life don't bug him 'cause he thinks he's got it made
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He never worry about nothin' in particular
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Oh, he might even sell Free Press on sunset
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I'd like to help a man when he's down
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But I can't help him much
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When he's sleepin' on the ground
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He's like a bottle in water
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Harry just floats through life
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Walks around all day long singin' this song
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
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Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady
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Panhandles pennies just to feed Harry's baby
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She can lie down a story so incredible
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Man, you wanna help her
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Take the food home and put it on the table
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I'd like to help a man when he's down
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But I can't help ya Harry
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If you wanna sleep on the ground
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Sorry Harry, oh you're too much weight to carry around
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But he still walks around all day singin' this song
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Sha na na na, sha na na na na na
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Na sha na na na na na na naa
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Sweet child, street child, tell me where will you be goin'
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When Old Man Winter gets his horn and starts blowin'?
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Will you hang around L.A or hitch a ride on the freeway?
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Meet an old familiar face in a new place
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I'd like to help a man when he's down
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But how can I help him if he's somewhere outta town?
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Sorry Harry, I think I'm gonna put you down
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Sha na na na, sha na na na na
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Sha na na na na na na naa
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Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah
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Sha na na na, sha na na na na
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Sha na na na na na na na
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Harry Hippie
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Marc Broussard |