Remember when "hippie" meant big in the hips,
And a "trip" involved cars, planes, and ships.
And "pot" was a vessel for cooking things in,
And "hooked" was what Grandmother's rug might have been.
When "neat" meant well organized, tidy and clean
And "grass" was a ground cover, normally green.
When "lights," and not people were turned on and off.
And the "pill" could be what you took for a cough.
When "fuzz" was a substance fluffy like lint.
And "bread" came from bakeries, not from the mint.
When "square" meant a ninety-degree angle form,
And "cool" was a temperature not quite warm.
When "roll" was a bun, and "rock" was a stone,
And "hang-up" was what you could do with the phone.
When "chicken" meant poultry and "bag" meant a sack,
And "junk," trashy cast-offs and old bric-a-brac.
When "swinger" was someone who swung in a swing.
And "pad" was a soft, sort of cushion thing.
When "dig" meant to shovel and spade in the dirt,
And "put-on" was what you would do with clothes.
Words once so sensible, sober, and serious, Are making the freak scene like psycho delirious.
It's groovy, man, groovy, but English it's not; Me thinks that the language has gone straight to pot!