I wrote this song a couple months ago at a say hi show. I had arrived early enough to take a seat at the bar with a Johnnie Black while the opening band started. The first song featured the “hip girl” in the band on the bass. It was at this point that I realized how much that was attractive to me. I also recognized how stupid such an attraction was. After the set, I sat at a table and began writing this song. I’ll get a recording up with all the others one of these days, along with a couple other tunes I have recently finished. Here’s the song – keep in mind, there was whiskey involved.
The way they swing their hips
When they play the bass.
The way they purse their lips
When they put on their face.Hip girls look good on stage
But they’re just no good for me.
Maybe it’s just my age…
I like the fantasy.Knee length skirts and converse kicks:
The picture of perfection.
They make us all to look like hics,
So hip is their direction.Hip girls look good on stage
But they’re just no good for me.
Maybe it’s just my age…
I like the fantasy.With hair dyed black and bangs cut short,
The mood is apathetic.
Picky with whom they will cohort,
Keeping up is hectic.Hip girls look good on stage
But they’re just no good for me.
Maybe it’s just my age…
I like the fantasy.
