One day four or five years ago We is at the Conoco station tires, and swattin' flies And discussin' the state of the
When out in front of the Baptist church a big old purple school bus Had astrological signs it And thirty-five hippies and dogs
About of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them dogs commenced on the Rest of 'em set starin' 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" they was, was a bunch a' them crispy critters And leader was a space cadet
He says, "Sagittarius, we has to disembark, men Get the incense goin' and the out We gonna in the city 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' beads in that there And you gonna see a lot of stars You got seconds to get out of town, boys Or we gonna ya to Mars"
Well, all got back in the purple bus And to the city limits the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool Says a mess a' wild was in it
So we all got in the Plymouth is always at the Conoco station Went on down to the swimmin' pool To give them a citation
By the we arrived, it was too damn late Them critters is all had their pants Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse And they's after the fish in the fish
I says, "Roy, you get the one in the T-shirt And get the rest with a net" We have a jail full of naked crispy critters And a drip-dry cadet"
Well, we 'em hell, but we lost the war 'Cause them critters us So they in and set up camp And they lived in that school bus
Six weeks later, was nothin' in town But dogs and a head shop Sellin' dried up weeds, and seeds And postcards
Yeah, critters took over the Council And the dogs all barked brains out And the whole town was crispy critters And the mayor was a cadet