Trinket Trading, Tick Tooting, Toothless, Tired, Tramps... Or The 7t's Lyrics - Teri Yakimoto - Guttermouth

Dancing round in circle 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 loafingis all that you do well 

Your heads full of lice you navels full of lint 

Don't you fucking breath on me go get yourself a mint 

Frisbee playing hitchikers 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 

The only things that like them are gnats, fleas and ticks 

Always out to lunch always so confused 

I wonder if they'va ever own a fucking pair of shoes 

Frisbee playing hitchikers are lame... 

God damn hippies... SMELL! 

Stupid lazy can't hold a job 

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

Rock collecting moron, nothing but a leech 

Make you clip you toenails, make you cut your hair 

Rid the world of hippies, purifies our air