The Thing That Only Eats Hippies

Wendel brought it to life in his guest room bath tub

It was a special project for his 4-H club

But it broke loose out in the middle of the night

And now it's eatin' flower children left and right

All the punks are gonna scream yippee

'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies

First it cruised on out to Malibu

And ate a couple a' surfers

Who where too tough to chew

So it slithered it's way

Out to old Irvine

And ate a couple a' hippies

And they tasted just fine

Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair

So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware

Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks

Shame it wasn't born in 1966

Listens to the music and begins to sway

Dreamin' acid dreams of a hippie souffle

Hey hey hey

What do they taste like -

Some kind a' treat?

How many hippies can this monster eat?

It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout

And then it chewed on David Crosby

But it spit him out

All the punks are gonna scream yippee

'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies

There it goes

Gonna send 'em all to that big Folk Festival in the sky

So long suckers!