Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Cafe
C.W. Mccall
2:58One day about four or five years ago We's a-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 old purple school bus Had astrological signs upon it And 35 hippies and dogs inside About half of 'em went for the courthouse lawn And them dogs commenced on the fire plug Rest of 'em sat 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 of them crispy critters And the leader was a space cadet And he says, "Sagittarius, we has arrived prepare to disembark, man 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 of beads in that there park And you gonna see a whole lotta stars You got 15 seconds to get outta town, boys Or we gonna blow you to Mars" Well, they all got back in the purple bus And proceeded to the city limits Then the telephone rang, it was the swimmin' pool Says a mess of wild critters was in it So we all got in the Marshalls Plymouth Which is always at the Conoco station Went flashin' on down to the swimmin' pool To give them critters a citation By the time we arrived, it was too damn late Them critters had all had their pants down Them dogs was tearin' the bathhouse apart And they's after the fish in the fishpond I says, "Roy, you get the one in the silver T-shirt And I'll get the rest with a net We gonna have a jail full of naked crispy critters And a drip-dried space cadet" Well, we gave 'em hell, but we lost the war 'Cause them critters outnumbered us So they moved in and set up camp And they lived in that purple school bus Six weeks later, there was nothin' in town But 84 dogs and a head shop Sellin' dried-up weeds and sunflower seeds And astrological postcards Yeah, critters took over the city council And the dogs all barked their brains out And the whole damn town was crispy critters And the mayor was a space cadet