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

You can't even read you can't even
Begging and loafingis all you do well
Your heads of lice you navels full 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, and eggs

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

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

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

Stupid can't hold a job

I'd love to disinfect you, shower you bleach
Rock moron, nothing but a leech
you clip you toenails, make you cut your hair
Rid the world of hippies, our air