Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade
Life don't bug him 'cause he thinks he's got it made
He never worry about nothin' in particular
Oh he might even sell free press on sunset
I'd like to help a man when he's down
But I can't help him much
When he's sleepin' on the ground
He's like a bottle in water
Harry just floats through life
Walks around all day long singin' this song
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeah.........................................................
The wonderful Bobby Womack