Brought to life in a bathtub
A special project for a 4-H club
But it broke loose 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 Malibu
And ate a couple surfers too tough to chew
It slithered it's way to old Irvine
And ate a couple hippies, they tasted just fine

Now it's got a sweet tooth, 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

How many hippies can this monster eat
Do they taste like some kind a' treat?
It ate Stills and Nash before they could shout
And chewed on David Crosby but spit him out!

All the punks are gonna scream yippee!
Cause it's the thing that only eats hippies!