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

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

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

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

Nothing I hate more hairy chicks
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!

lazy can't hold a job

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