Crispy Critters

One day about four or five years ago

We is settin' at the Conoco station

Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies

And discussin' the state of the Union

When right out in front of the Baptist church

Come a big old purple school bus

Had astrological signs upon it

And thirty-five hippies and dogs inside

About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn

And them dogs commenced on the fireplug

Rest of 'em set there starin' at us

And I says, "Roy, go get your flit gun"

He says, "Which is the hippies?"

And which is the dogs?"

I says, "Beats the hell out of me, Roy"

What they was, was a bunch a' them crispy critters

And their leader was a space cadet

He says, "Sagittarius, we has arrived

Prepare to disembark, men

Get the incense goin' and the sitar out

We gonna camp in the city park, man"

I says, "Boys, let me explain the situation to ya

A, you're gettin' me down

And B, we got us a leash law here

And C, you in the wrong town"

"You drop one string a' beads in that there park

And you gonna see a whole lot of stars

You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, boys

Or we gonna blow ya to Mars"

Well, they all got back in the purple bus

And proceeded to the city limits

Then the telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool

Says a mess a' wild critters was in it

So we all got in the Marshal's Plymouth

Which is always at the Conoco station

Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool

To give them critters a citation

By the time we arrived, it was too damn late

Them critters is all had their pants down

Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart

And they's after the fish in the fish pond

I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver T-shirt

And I'll get the rest with a net"

We gonna have a jail full of naked crispy critters

And a drip-dry space cadet"

Well, we gave 'em hell, but we lost the war

'Cause them critters outnumbered us

So they moved in and set up camp

And they lived in that purple school bus

Six weeks later, there was nothin' in town

But eighty-four dogs and a head shop

Sellin' dried up weeds, and sunflower seeds

And astrological postcards

Yeah, critters took over the City Council

And the dogs all barked their brains out

And the whole damn town was crispy critters

And the mayor was a space cadet