Cw Mccall Crispy Critters Lyrics

Crispy Critters Lyrics

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 banjo pickin' 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