Hipsters

Tune: Irving Berlin's "Sisters"

Hipsters,
Hipsters—
Golly! what accounts for all the hipsters?
Tapping into every single trend, you bet!
There's not a fad they've passed up yet.

Ritzy,
Glitzy,
Not to mention absolutely ditzy.
When the latest novelty arrives from Rome,
They snap it up—if it's got chrome.

Whatchamacallits
To tax their wallets,
In all of the latest shapes;
Things they'll deposit
In some dark closet,
Along with the 8-track tapes.

Each new
Fashion
Turns into a temporary passion;
In a week, refer to it again, and watch them smirk.
Sometimes, a hipster
Comes off as a bit of a quipster;
But most times, a hipster
Is simply a vacuous jerk.