One day about four or five ago We is settin' at the station Kickin' tires, and flies And discussin' the of the Union
When right out in front of the church Come a big old purple bus Had astrological signs it And thirty-five and dogs inside
About half of 'em went for the courthouse 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 a' them crispy critters And their was a space cadet
He says, "Sagittarius, we has to disembark, men Get the goin' and the sitar out We gonna camp in the park, man"
I says, "Boys, let me the situation to ya A, you're gettin' me And B, we got us a leash law And C, you in the town"
"You drop one string a' beads in that there And you see a whole lot of stars You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, Or we gonna ya to Mars"
Well, they all got back in the bus And proceeded to the limits the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool Says a mess a' critters was in it
So we all got in the Plymouth is always at the Conoco station Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' To give them critters a
By the we arrived, it was too damn late Them critters is all had their down Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse And they's the fish in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver And get the rest with a net" We gonna have a jail full of crispy critters And a space cadet"
Well, we gave 'em hell, but we the war 'Cause them outnumbered us So they moved in and set up And they in that purple school bus
Six later, there was nothin' in town But eighty-four and a head shop Sellin' up weeds, and sunflower seeds And astrological
Yeah, critters over the City Council And the dogs all barked their out And the whole damn was crispy critters And the mayor was a space