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
