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Lyrics by: Jim Ford
# Debut Chart
31 Dec '72 Hot 100
8 Dec '72 R&B

Lyrics

Everybody claims that they want The best things outta life, ha But not everyone, not everyone Wanna to go through the Toils and strifes Like this particular fella Walks around all day long singing Sha la la la la la


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Harry Hippy Lies alseep in the shade Life don't bug him 'Cause he thinks he's got it made He never worry About nothing in particular But, ooh, 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 sleeping on the ground He's like a bottle of water Harry's just floating through life Walks around all day long Singing this song Whoa, oh, oh, yeah Mary Hippy She's Harry's lady Panhandles pennies Just to feed Harry's baby She can write out a story That's so incredible Man, you wanna help her Take the food home And put it on the table I'd like to help a man When he's down But I can't help you, Harry If you wanna sleep on the ground Sorry, Harry Oh, you're too much weight To carry around But he still walks around All day long singing this song Sha la la la la.... Sweet child, sweet child Tell me, where will you be going When old man winter gets his horn And starts blowing Will you hang around L.A. Or hitch a ride on a freeway Meet an old familiar face In a new place I like to help a man When he's down But how can I help him If he's somewhere outta town Sorry, Harry Think I'm gonna put you down Sha la la la la.... Everybody, help me sing this song Sha la la la la....

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