One day about four or five ago We is at the Conoco station Kickin' tires, and swattin' And discussin' the of the Union
When out in front of the Baptist church Come a big old purple bus Had astrological upon it And thirty-five hippies and inside
About half of 'em went for the lawn And them dogs commenced on the Rest of 'em set 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 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 gonna see a lot of stars You got fifteen 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 Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' 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 them critters a citation
By the time we arrived, it was too damn critters is all had their pants down Them dogs was tearin' the apart And they's after the fish in the 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 naked crispy And a drip-dry cadet"
Well, we 'em hell, but we lost the war 'Cause them critters us So they moved in and set up And lived in that purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was in town But eighty-four dogs and a shop dried up weeds, and sunflower seeds And astrological
Yeah, took over the City Council And the dogs all barked their out And the whole damn town was crispy And the mayor was a space