Written by David Bellamy
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Well it?s that time of the year again, everybody?s runnin ?round
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Decoratin? everything before the fat man comes to town
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Meanwhile at the commune he?s getting? ready too
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He?s Tie Dye and T-shirts, makin? love beads just for you
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He?s trimmin? up his favorite tree and tokin? what he grew
Well he?s got the 8-track blastin? inscence burns by candlelight
Gene Autry?s singin Rudolph, the Grateful Dead do Silent Night
And he?s seen the evening news and the prospects still look dim
But solutions for the planet he knows start right here with him
So he?ll visualize this sacred night in a world that ain?t out on a limb
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Yeah it?s an old hippie Christmas, weather?s cold and hearts are warm
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Momma smokes a turkey while Daddy smokes a bong
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It?s an old hippie Christmas full of yule time fun
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Jesus must?ve been a hippie, peace and love to every one 
Well the kids makes up their wish list, Sunshine wants the A-bomb banned
Rainbow wants to go to ?Frisco in an old Volkswagen van
And the black lights and the lava lamps are flashin? all about
And Santa in his sandals leaves us little doubt
That Christmas time is almost here and it?s gonna be far out
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