Trinket trading, tick tooting, toothless, tired, tramps... or the 7 t's Lyrics

Trinket trading, tick tooting, toothless, tired, tramps... or the 7 t's Lyrics

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 f**king breath on me go get yourself a mint


Frisbee playing hitchikers are lame...

God damn hippies always smell like sh*t, p**s, 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 f**king 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