I’m Hip Songtext
von Bette Midler

I′m hip
I'm no square
I′m alert, I'm awake, I'm aware
I am always on the scene
Makin′ the rounds
Diggin′ the sounds
I read People Magazine
'Cause I′m hip

Like, dig!
I'm in step
When it was hip to be hep
I was hep
I don′t blow but I'm a fan
Look at me swing
Ring a ding ding
I even call my girlfriend "man"
′Cause I'm hip


Every Satuday night
With my suit buttoned tight and my swedes on
I'm gettin′ my kicks
Diggin′ arty French flickes with my shades on
I'm too much
I′m a gas
I am anything but middle class
When I hang around the band
Poppin' my thumbs
Diggin′ the drums
Squares don't seem to understand
Why I flip
They′re not hip
Like I'm hip
I'm hip!

I′m on top of every trend
Look at me go
Vo-dee-o-do
Sammy Davis knew my friend (sobbing)

I′m hip
But not weird
Like you notice I don't wear a beard
Beards were in but now they′re out
They had their day
Now their passe
Just ask me if you're in doubt
′Cause I'm hip


Now I′m deep into Zen
Meditation and macrobiotics
And as soon as I can
I intend to get into narcotics
'Cause I'm cool as a cuke
I′m a cat, I′m a card, I'm a kook, kook, kook
I get so much out of life
Really, i do
Skoo ba dee boo
One more time play "Mack the Knife"
Let ′er rip
I may flip
But I'm hip