She's got the healing powers of medicinal marijuana   And she feeds herself the same ole crap she feeds to her iguana   And she won't go to the bar   God forbid that she drive a car   And of course she will protest the war   Chorus:   I get excited when I see her   You better pass me the saltpeter   Like a sailor on shore leave   Like a recent parolee   I want to date her but first bathe her   She always eating echinacea   On her feet are birkenstocks   I guess my head is filled with rocks   Most of her friends are never happy   That is unless they're bitchin   She looks down up on my comrades like they're carcinogen   She doesn't know what she's fighting for   Like a modern day conquistador   And of course she will protest the war   And even though she's an idiot   (chorus)   She doesn't know what she's fighting for   Like a modern day conquistador   And of course she will protest the war   And even though she's an idiot   Even though she's an idiot   (chorus)   I guess my head is filled with rocks rocks rocks