I'm hip. I'm no square. I'm alert. I'm awake. I'm aware. I am always on the scene, making the rounds, digging the sounds. I buy people a magazine, cause I'm hip. Like Dig, I'm in step. When it was hip to be hep, I was hep. I don't blow, but I'm a fan. Look at me swing, ring-a-ding-ding. I even call my girlfriend man, cause I'm hip. Every Saturday night, with my suit buttoned tight and my suede's on. I'm getting my kicks, digging arty French flicks with my shades on. Cause I'm too much. I'm a gas. I am anything but middle class, when I hang around the band. Popping my thumbs, digging the drums. Squares don't seem to understand why I flip. Then I'd hip, like I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Yes, I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Yes, I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Yes, I'm hip. I'm hip. I'm alive. I enjoy any joint where there's jive. I'm on top of every trend. Look at me go vodeo Sammy Davis knows my friend. I'm so hip. I'm hip, but not weird. Like you notice, I don't wear a beard. Beards were in, but now they're out. They had their day, now they're passing. Just ask me if you're in doubt, cause I'm hip. Oh, I'm hip. Now, I'm deep into zen, meditation, and macrobiotics. And as soon as I can, I intend to get into narcotics. Cause I'm cool as a cuke. I'm a cat, I'm a card, I'm a kook. I get so much out of life. Really, I do. Scooby-Doo. One more time, play Mack the Knife. Let her rip. I may flip, but I'm hip. Oh, tell the world I'm hip. Yes, don't you know that I'm hip. Well, now, dig on me. Well, can't you see that I'm hip? Oh, yes, I'm hip. Better show this to Quincy. Oh, yes, you better believe I'm hip. I'm hip. I'm hip. I'm, I'm hip.