| Wendel brought it to life in his guest room bath tub
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| It was a special project for his 4-H club
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| But it broke loose out in the middle of the night
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| And now it’s eatin' flower children left and right
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| All the punks are gonna scream yippee
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| Cause it’s the thing that only eats hippies
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| First it cruised on out to Malibu
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| And ate a couple a' surfers
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| Who where too tough to chew
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| So it slithered it’s way
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| Out to old Irvine
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| And ate a couple a' hippies
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| And they tasted just fine
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| Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair
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| So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
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| Followin' the Dead is how it gets it’s kicks
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| Shame it wasn’t born in 1966
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| Listens to the music and begins to sway
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| Dreamin' acid dreams of a hippie souffle
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| Hey hey hey
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| What do they taste like —
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| Some kind a' treat?
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| How many hippies can this monster eat?
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| It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout
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| And then it chewed on David Crosby
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| But it spit him out
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| All the punks are gonna scream yippee
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| Cause it’s the thing that only eats hippies
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| There it goes
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| Gonna send 'em all to that big Folk Festival in the sky
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| So long suckers! |