In the words of C.W. McCall:
One day about four or five years ago
We is sittin' 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