Hippie In High Heels

She looks strange in that designer dress she wears And the yellow daisies in her long brown hair In San Francisco, they called her Lucille At the country club, they call her Miss Steele She's just a hippie in high heels Things were different in the summer of '69 She'd only eat what came off of the vine Now it's vintage white wine with her veal I guess the vegetarian diet lost its appeal She's just a hippie in high heels Oh, she's a hippie in high hells (she's a hippie, she's a hippie) She's a hippie in high heels You'd see her in rainbow beetle at the Grateful Dead Now her ride's a beamer painted red She's had an upgrade in automobile The license plate reads one freewheel She's just a hippie in high heels Oh, she's a hippie in high hells (she's a hippie, she's a hippie) She's a hippie in high heels (Instrumental) She's been from coast to coast and around the world Many have shown new ways to our old girl Well, she's the one we love the most So raise your glass and give her a toast Miss Steele's still high-heeled Lucille Oh, she's a hippie in high hells (she's a hippie, she's a hippie) She's a hippie in high heels