Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crispy Critters, artist - C.W. McCall.
Date of issue: 31.12.1989
Song language: English
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 ol' 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 outta 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 lotta stars |
You got fifteen seconds to get out of town, boys |
Or we gonna blow ya ta 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 a' 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 |