Trinket Trading, Tick Toting, Toothless, Tired Tramps...Or The 7 T's

Dancing 'round in circles, staring at the sky

Spending hours on a corner trying to hitch a ride

Your girlfriend is filthy and stoned out of her mind

She hasn't had a shower since 1969

And you can't even read, you can't even spell

Begging and loafing is all that you do well

Your heads full of lice, your navels full of lint

Don't you fucking breathe on me, go get yourself a mint, whoa

Frisbee playing hitchhikers are lame

God-damn hippies always smell like shit, piss, hemp and eggs

Stringing lots of beads really ain't that neat

Dirty, drowsy hippie, you need to wash your feet

Daisy pickin' fruit cake, always low on cash

Take your magic beans and shove them up your ass

Nothing I hate more, dirty hairy chicks

Only things that like them are gnats, fleas and ticks

Always out to lunch, always so confused

I wonder if they've ever owned a fucking pair of shoes

Frisbee playing hitchhikers are lame

God-damn hippies, smell

Stupid, lazy, can't hold a job

Stupid, lazy, can't hold a job

Stupid, lazy, can't hold a job

Stupid, lazy, can't hold a fucking job

You fucking hippie

You fucking loser

I'd love to disinfect you, shower you with bleach

Rock collecting moron, nothing but a leech

Make you clip your toenails, make you cut your hair

Rid the world of hippies, purifies our air