I went to Folklife just the other day
A fine time I was having till hippies came out to play
They began to speak of their self righteous, pagan ways
The air was stained with the stench of patchoulli oil and human waste

Though disgusted I tried to ignore it with patience and grace
Then their hackysack hit me in the face
Immediately my strength seemed to multiply tenfold
Vision went red; killing hippies now my only goal

Viciously scalping, ripped from their skull by unwashed hair
Dead, dirty hippie bodies are everywhere
Oh, how I loathe these unbathed heathens
I'm Elmer Fudd and it's hippie killing season



I write little ditties like this all the time, I just figured this one was ridiculous/relevant enough to share with the Maps populace.

Well I suppose it's better than straightening your hair and applying eyeliner

That's as classy as the action movie lines/spare any change/Mike Ditka song I posted, or the smoking crack song. In some ways, we are alike.

And there is nothing wrong with eyeliner.

we prefer guyliner now. Well, if I wasn't such a chick