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C. W. McCall

Crispy Critters

 

Crispy Critters

(альбом: Wilderness - 1976)


One day about four or five years ago
We is setting at the Conoco station
Kicking tires, and swatting flies
And discussing 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 staring 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 going 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 getting 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 swimming 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 flashing on down to the swimming 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 tearing 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"

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 nothing in town
But eighty-four dogs and a head shop
Selling 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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