I prefer my hippies showered, thank you very much. I remember my older. unshowered hippie-cousins from when i was an adolescent in the late 60s, and they stank.
Literally.
They only thing that covered their unpleasant body odor was the lingering scent of marijuana on their unlaundered clothes, from which all around would get contact highs.
If that's the experience you crave, go hang with some homeless people and sing Aquarius with them.
How many times can you run into the audience and harass them without it getting old? If it means I can get Will Swenson's crotch in my face and Gavin Creel's ass in my lap...?
May it run as long as they original did.