Wendel brought it to life
In the guest-room bathtub
It was a special project for his 4-H club
But it broke looseout in the middle of the nigth
And now it's eating flower children left and right!
All the punks are gonna scream YIPPIE
Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies
First it cruised on out to Malibu
And ate a couple of surfers who were too tough to chew
Then it slithered it's way out to old Irvine
And ate a couple of hippies and they tasted just fine
Now it's 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?
Some kind of treat?
How many hippies can this monster eat?
It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout
Then it chewed on David Crosby but it spit him out
All the punks are gonna scream YIPPIE
Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies
There it goes
Gonna send em all to the big folk festival in the sky
So long suckers!