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I'm hipI'm no squareI'm alertI'm awakeI'm awareI am always on the sceneMakin' the roundsDiggin' the soundsI read playboy magazine'Cause I'm hipI digI'm in stepWhen it was hip to be hep, I was hepI don't blow but I'm a fanLook at me swingRing a ding dingI even call my girlfriend manI'm so hipEvery Saturday nightWith my suit buttoned tightAnd my suedes onI'm gettin' my kicksWatching arty French flicksWith my shades onSongtexteI'm too muchI'm a gasI am anything but middle classWhen I hang around the bandPoppin' my thumbsDiggin' the drumsSquares don't seem to understandWhy I flipThey're not hipLike I'm hipI'm hipI'm aliveI enjoy any jointWhere there's jiveI'm on top of every trendLook at me goBobby Darrin knows my friendI'm so hipI'm hipBut not weirdLike, you notice, I don't wear a beardBeards were in but now they're outThey had they're dayNow they're passeJust ask me if you're in doubtCause I'm hipNow whatever the fadsAnd whatever the adsSay is neatsvilleI'll be keeping abreastOut in front with the rest of elitesville'Cause I'm cool as a cukeI'm a cat,I'm a cardI'm a kookI get so much out of lifeReally, I doOne more time play Mack the KnifeLet 'er ripI may flipBut I'm hipI'm hipI'm hip Aus Songtexte Mania