One day about four or years ago We is settin' at the Conoco tires, and swattin' flies And discussin' the of the Union
When right out in front of the church Come a big old purple bus Had astrological upon it And thirty-five hippies and dogs
About half of 'em went for the courthouse And them 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 leader was a cadet
He says, "Sagittarius, we has to disembark, men Get the incense and the sitar out We camp in the city park, man"
I says, "Boys, let me explain the to ya A, gettin' me down And B, we got us a leash law And C, you in the town"
"You drop one string a' beads in that park And you gonna see a lot of stars You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, Or we blow ya to Mars"
Well, they all got in the purple bus And proceeded to the city Then the telephone rang, was the pool a mess a' wild critters was in it
So we all got in the Plymouth Which is always at the Conoco Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' To give them a citation
By the we arrived, it was too damn late critters is all had their pants down Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse And they's after the fish in the pond
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver And I'll get the with a net" We gonna a jail full of naked crispy critters And a drip-dry cadet"
Well, we 'em hell, but we lost the war them critters outnumbered us So they moved in and set up And they in that purple school bus
Six weeks later, there was in town But eighty-four dogs and a shop Sellin' up weeds, and sunflower seeds And astrological
Yeah, took over the City Council And the dogs all barked brains out And the whole damn town was critters And the mayor was a cadet