One day about four or five ago We is settin' at the Conoco Kickin' tires, and flies And the state of the Union
When right out in of the Baptist church Come a big old purple bus Had astrological upon it And thirty-five hippies and inside
About of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them commenced on the fireplug of 'em set there starin' 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" they was, was a bunch a' them crispy critters And their leader was a space
He says, "Sagittarius, we has to disembark, men Get the incense goin' and the out We gonna camp in the park, man"
I says, "Boys, let me explain the to ya A, you're me down And B, we got us a law here And C, you in the town"
"You drop one string a' beads in that park And you gonna see a lot of stars You got seconds to get out of town, boys Or we gonna ya to Mars"
Well, all got back in the purple bus And to the city limits the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool Says a mess a' wild was in it
So we all got in the Plymouth is always at the Conoco station Went on down to the swimmin' pool To give them critters a
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 after the in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver And I'll get the rest a net" We gonna have a jail of naked crispy critters And a space cadet"
Well, we 'em hell, but we lost the war them critters outnumbered us So they in and set up camp And lived in that purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was in town But eighty-four dogs and a head Sellin' up weeds, and sunflower seeds And postcards
Yeah, took over the City Council And the all barked their brains out And the whole town was crispy critters And the was a space cadet