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

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

You can't even read, you can't even spell
Begging and loafing is all that you do well
Your head's full of lice, you navel's full of lint
Don't you fucking breathe on me, go get yourself a mint

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 picking fruit cake always low on cash
Take yours magic beans and shove them up your ass!

Nothing I hate more dirty hairy chics
The only things that like them are gnats, fleas and ticks
Always out to lunch, always so confused
I wonder if they've ever own 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 leach
Make you clip you toenails, make you cut your hair
Rid the world of hippies, purifies our air