Login  | Register
Lyric Posting Community「PetitLyrics」

TOP > Lyrics > Crispy Critters
Crispy Critters

Artist:C.W. McCall  Album:Wilderness 

  • Bookmark this page




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


Posted By: PetitLyrics
Number of PetitLyrics Plays:0





日本語English

Terms of UsePrivacy PolicyLicensing InformationOperating CompanyContact UsHelp
© 2021 SyncPower Corporation


Page
Top