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Everybody claims that they want the best thingsOutta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyoneWant to got through the toils and strifes.Like this particular fella, walks aroundAll day long singing this songHarry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade,Life don't bug him cause heThinks he's got it made.He never worry about nothing in particularOh he might even sell free press on Sunset.I'd like to help a man when he's downBut I can't help him muchWhen he's sleeping on the ground.He's like a bottle in waterHarry just floats through lifeWalks around all day long singing this songWhoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeahMary Hippie, she's Harry's ladyPanhandles money just to feed Harry's baby.She can lie down a story so incredibleMan, you want to help her take the foodSongtexteHome and put it on the table.I'd like to help a man when he's down,But I can't help ya HarryIf you want to sleep on the ground.Sorry Harry, you're too much weightTo carry around.But he still walks around all day singin' this songStreet child, street child, tell me whereWill you be goin'When old man winter gets his hornAnd starts blowin'Will you hang around LAOr hitch a ride on a freewayMeet an old familiar face in a new place.I'd like to help a man when he's downBut how can I help himIf he's somewhere outta townSorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down.Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah, Aus Songtexte Mania