Lyrics Crispy critters C.W. McCall

Crispy critters

(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: youre 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 marshals 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 theys after the fish in the fish pond!
I says, roy, you get the one in the silver t-shirt
And Ill get the rest with a net.
We gonna have a jail full a naked crispy critters
And a drip-dry space cadet.

[youve watched the dukes of hazzard, havent you? cmon, admit it; nobodys looking. well, at this point in the song theres a short interlude which resembles a car chase on dukes. theres banj
Kin and yee-hawin and a general sense of raucous abandon. oh, yeah, and a few dog barks. its 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