One day about four or five ago We is settin' at the Conoco tires, and swattin' flies And the state of the Union
When right out in front of the church Come a big old purple bus Had signs upon it And hippies and dogs inside
About of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them dogs commenced on the 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 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 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 law here And C, you in the town"
"You drop one string a' in that there park And you gonna see a whole lot of You got fifteen to get out of town, boys Or we gonna ya to Mars"
Well, they all got in the purple bus And to the city limits Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' Says a mess a' wild was in it
So we all got in the Marshal's Which is at the Conoco station Went flashin' on down to the pool To give critters a citation
By the we arrived, it was too damn late Them critters is all had their pants dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart And they's after the fish in the fish
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the T-shirt And I'll get the with a net" We gonna have a full of naked crispy critters And a drip-dry cadet"
Well, we gave 'em hell, but we the war 'Cause critters outnumbered us So moved in and set up camp And they lived in that purple 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 took the City Council And the all barked their brains out And the whole damn was crispy critters And the mayor was a space