Wendel brought it to life in his guest room bath tub
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It was a special project for his 4-H club
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But it broke loose out in the middle of the night
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And now it's eatin' flower children left and right
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All the punks are gonna scream yippee
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'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies
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First it cruised on out to Malibu
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And ate a couple a' surfers
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Who where too tough to chew
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So it slithered it's way
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Out to old Irvine
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And ate a couple a' hippies
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And they tasted just fine
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Now its got a sweet tooth for long hair
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So Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware
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Followin' the Dead is how it gets it's kicks
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Shame it wasn't born in 1966
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Listens to the music and begins to sway
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Dreamin' acid dreams of a hippie souffle
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Hey hey hey
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What do they taste like -
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Some kind a' treat?
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How many hippies can this monster eat?
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It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout
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And then it chewed on David Crosby
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But it spit him out
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All the punks are gonna scream yippee
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'Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies
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There it goes
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Gonna send 'em all to that big Folk Festival in the sky
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So long suckers!
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The Thing That Only Eats Hippies
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| The Dead Milkmen |
