One day about four or five ago We is settin' at the Conoco tires, and swattin' flies And discussin' the state of the
right out in front of the Baptist church Come a big old school bus Had astrological signs it And thirty-five hippies and inside
About of 'em went for the courthouse 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" What they was, was a bunch a' them crispy And their leader was a space
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, gettin' 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 to the city limits Then the telephone rang, was the pool Says a mess a' critters was in it
So we all got in the Marshal's Which is always at the station flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool To them critters a citation
By the time we arrived, it was too damn critters is all had their pants down Them was tearin' the bathhouse apart And they's after the in the fish pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the T-shirt And I'll get the rest a net" We gonna have a full of naked crispy critters And a space cadet"
Well, we 'em hell, but we lost the war them critters outnumbered us So moved in and set up camp And they in that purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was in town But eighty-four dogs and a 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 town was crispy critters And the was a space cadet