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