Too many hints.
Moon shadow. Or he could be followed by a meow, meow, meow.
le
darnit! gj Le 
You aren't dealing with an amateur here. lol
le
Sheesh i knew dat one too!..Grr @ Cat..Muzzie that he is!..lol..
try to stump us agin ole Kevin..
Ok, staying with the same theme, what hippie singer had the gaul to include 'glibby', 'gloop' and 'gloopy' in the same sentence in his song?
HINT: He only has a single name, like Madonna, and the song is from a Broadway play named after something that hippies have a lot of (even under their arms!).
Give up now. I cannot be out-hippified. I'm hippilicious! No one is more hippificated.
"Good morning starshine" by Oliver.
Hey, don't give out all those clue; just lyrics would be harder.
le
But if I didn't give all of those clues, I would not have been able to imply that hippie ladies have hairy armpits. That's really what I was going for
"what hippie singer had the gaul to include 'glibby', 'gloop' and 'gloopy' in the same sentence "
Why did he have a Frenchman? To prove his point about glibby, gloop and gloopy?
hee hee.... It works for me.
(I apologize the for gall of pointing this out. It was too funny to resist.... a Frenchman...
.The daVinci Toast
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"But if I didn't give all of those clues, I would not have been able to imply that hippie ladies have hairy armpits."
For an old hippie, this factoid seems to be bouncing off the inside of your skull in quite a distressing manner. Are you sure you're an old hippie? Are you sure you're not just some young dude?
le
Oops! I think I misled you, Le. I'm not an old hippie. I like most of the music though!
Ok, this is my last attempt to stump you le.
Who am I? I rent rooms for 50 cents, and am out of smokes. If I run out of money, I can push a broom for a couple of hours to get a place to sleep. By no means am I a man of means. You might say I own the road.
I think I might have you this time Le
Roger Miller. King of the Road.
Come on!
le
We're quite the pair! Isn't it rich? Don't you love farce? Oh sorry, my dear, I thought you'd want what I want. Well, maybe next year.
Okay--that's for you.
le
Wow! color me impressed. You didn't google that, did you?
Where are the coffee grounds? Send in the grounds! Oh, don't bother, they're here (your fault, I fear).
I never understood that song.
No googling necessary. I've got a lot of lyrics floating up there.
You got mine too easily too. I'll have to think of something obscure.
le
It's nearly 1:00 am and the rain is pouring! I mean, I'm nearly drownin' in it. Guess what else? I got no fare to ride a train. I gotta get me home. What should I do?
le
I never did fit in too well with your homies. So you traded me for the gaiety of the well to do. What's up with that? You just wait. Will that crowd your hanging with now dry your tears when the new wears off of your ........
le
...oops, I meant "you're hanging with."
le
Beethoven's 3rd, second movement?
Ok, I have no idea
'traded me' is key, isn't it.
ok I cheated. The only Charlie Pride song I know is 'kiss an angel goodmorning'.
Sorry, those are actually two different songs. Want to try again?
On the second one I was thinking of the sixties version by an artist who also sang Don't Squeeze my Sharmon. But you know the song already, I guess, because it looks like Charlie Pride did it too.
For the first one, what would you do if you had no fair for the train and you had to get home? That one is right up your alley, you hipster. lol Try again.
le
Ok, the artist for the second one is Mr. Whipple.
For the first one... Hitchin' a Ride? If that's not it I'll have to cheat 
That's it, my friend! By Vanity Fair.
A thumb goes up, a car goes by,
It's nearly 1 a.m. and here am I,
Hitchin' a ride, hitchin' a ride.
Gotta get me home by the morning light.
I got no fare to ride a train.
I'm nearly drowin' in the pouring rain.
Hitchin' a ride, hitchin' a ride.
Hitchhiking used to be very popular among hippies.
le
Hah! Very lucky guess.
All I remember is
A dum dum dum
A dum dum dum
dum dum dum dum de da da dum dum dum
Hitchin' a riiiide. Hitchin' a ride.
More's the pity.
le
lol
Fantastic... I'm grinning ear to ear. How do you guys do this to me every time? I'll read this blog 'til I draw my last breath.
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