One day four or five years ago We is at the Conoco station tires, and swattin' flies And the state of the Union
When right out in of the Baptist church Come a big old school bus Had signs upon it And thirty-five hippies and dogs
About of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And dogs commenced on the fireplug Rest of 'em set there at us And I says, "Roy, go get flit gun"
He says, "Which is the hippies?" And is the dogs?" I says, "Beats the out of me, Roy" What they was, was a bunch a' them critters And their leader was a cadet
He says, "Sagittarius, we has to disembark, men Get the incense and the sitar out We gonna in the city park, man"
I says, "Boys, let me the situation to ya A, you're me down And B, we got us a leash law And C, you in the town"
"You drop one string a' in that there park And you gonna see a lot of stars You got seconds to get out of town, boys Or we blow ya to Mars"
Well, they all got back in the bus And proceeded to the city Then the rang, was the swimmin' pool Says a a' wild critters was in it
So we all got in the Plymouth Which is at the Conoco station Went on down to the swimmin' pool To them critters a citation
By the we arrived, it was too damn late critters is all had their pants down Them dogs was the bathhouse apart And they's the fish in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the T-shirt And I'll get the with a net" We gonna have a jail full of crispy critters And a space cadet"
Well, we 'em hell, but we lost the war 'Cause critters outnumbered us So moved in and set up camp And they lived in purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was nothin' in But dogs and a head shop Sellin' dried up weeds, and seeds And postcards
Yeah, critters took the City Council And the dogs all barked brains out And the whole damn was crispy critters And the was a space cadet