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Viewing Lyrics for Crispy Critters:

Artist:C.w. Mccall
No album artwork found
Album:The Legendary C.w. Mccall
Track:Crispy Critters
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Views:1085
 
Lyrics:(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

Bill fries says that this is based on a true story
from the late '60s, when a band of hippies rolled into telluride and decided to stay.

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 limits.
Then the
telephone rang, was the swimmin' pool
Says a mess a' wild critters was in it!
So we all
got in the marshal's 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 is all had their pants down
Them dogs was tearin' the
bathhouse apart,
And they's after the fish in the fish pond!
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 a' naked crispy critters
"and a drip-dry space cadet."

[you've
watched the dukes of hazzard, haven't you? c'mon, admit it; nobody's looking. well, at this point in
the song there's a short interlude which resembles a car chase on dukes. there's banj
Kin' and
yee-hawin' and a general sense of raucous abandon. oh, yeah, and a few dog barks. it's round-up time
at the swimmin' pool.]

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 eighty-four 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
 
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