I married me a hippie, ran away with a stringy haired blonde
I married me a hippie, ran away with a stringy haired blonde
Now we're both old and happy, fishing on our own golden pond

Hey, I love my biker baby, she loves her guitar-pickin' pal
Lord, I love my Harley mama, she loves her guitar-pickin' pal
I'm her motorcycle cowboy, she's my long, tall gal

When the party's over, it's really over for good
I said when the party's over man, it's really over for good
Lord and everything changes, wouldn't change back if I could

Play it, Johnny
He wouldn't change, would he?

Yeah, I ain't got no driveway, park my hog out on the lawn
I ain't got no driveway, park my big ol' hog out on the lawn
Now I ain't got much money, got me a long, tall blonde

All right Don!

Yeah, daddy

I'm her motorcycle cowboy, and she's my stringy haired blonde
Lord I married me a hippie, ran away with a stringy haired blonde
Now we're both old and happy, fishing on our own golden pond

Yodel-lady-yodel-lady-yodel-lady-yodel-lady-hee!