Hippies

There's been a few things lately

That have been shitting me right off

To the point I wanna yell at people

And spit and splutter and cough

First of all, the government

But I don't wanna talk about that

Cause' we'll be here for hours

And I'll end up sounding like a twat

So let me talk about hippies

And how they make me wanna spew

With their pointless fuckin' jibba jabba

And their idiotic views

Their abuse of what they think is acid

And how they think it opens their mind

Do they realize it's a mixture of household cleaners?

Made in the basement of Shazza's chicken shop

Thier constant procrastination

And obsession with colorful fashion

Thier eccentric ways of saying nothing

And hoping you'll ask em a question

The judgement they cast upon those who bask

In the joys of drowning in booze

The written bill money they owe you

That they always manage to lose

Did you lose it at the organic store?

Or was it at your dealers place?

Did you lose it because the planets are aligned

In a way that makes money erase?

Excuses, Excuses

It's always something with you pricks

Get ya shit out of my driveway

Or else I'm gonna fuckin burn it

Free your mind, you shout

Free your love, you cry

Free me from your terrible prison

You woeful, confused guy

And that's just one of the things lately

That's been shitting me right off

To the point I'm sitting here singing this song

And just slagging those fuckers off

I could start singing about that pop

That everyone seems to love

But i'm worried that if they hear this song

Well they might cut me off

And that would be a hell of a bummer

Doo, doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo

(Crazy Kazoo solo from hell)