Luyện nghe bài hát Trinket Trading, Tick Tooting, Toothless, Tired, Tramps... Or The 7t's

Dancing round in staring at the sky
hours on a corner trying to hitch a ride
Your is filthy and stoned out of her mind
She hasn't had a shower since

You can't read you can't even spell
and loafingis all that you do well
Your heads full of lice you navels of lint
Don't you breath on me go get yourself a mint

Frisbee playing are lame...
God damn hippies always smell like shit, piss, hemp and

Stringing lots of beads really ain't neat
Dirty, drowsy hippie you need to wash feet
Daisy fruit cake always low on cash
Take magic beans and shove them up your ass!

Nothing I hate more hairy chicks
The only things like them are gnats, fleas and ticks
Always out to always so confused
I if they'va ever own a fucking pair of shoes

Frisbee hitchikers are lame...
God hippies... SMELL!

Stupid lazy can't a job

I'd love to disinfect you, shower you bleach
Rock collecting moron, but a leech
Make you clip you toenails, you cut your hair
Rid the of hippies, purifies our air