One day about four or years ago We is at the Conoco station tires, and swattin' flies And discussin' the state of the
When right out in front of the church Come a big old school bus Had astrological upon it And hippies and dogs inside
About half of 'em for the courthouse lawn And them commenced on the fireplug Rest of 'em set starin' at us And I says, "Roy, go get your 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 in the city 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 one string a' beads in that there 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, they all got back in the bus And proceeded to the city Then the telephone rang, was the pool Says a mess a' wild was in it
So we all got in the Marshal's Which is always at the Conoco Went on down to the swimmin' pool To give them a citation
By the time we arrived, it was too late Them critters is all had their down Them dogs was tearin' the apart And they's the fish in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the T-shirt And get the rest with a net" We gonna a jail full of naked crispy critters And a drip-dry 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 weeks later, there was nothin' in But dogs and a head shop Sellin' dried up weeds, and sunflower And postcards
Yeah, critters took over the Council And the all barked their brains out And the whole damn town was crispy And the mayor was a space