They all got fucking Birkenstocks   It's fifty fucking degrees out   Soome of them don't wear shoes at all   At Haight and Ash you'll find them all   Fucking hippies make me real sick   Assk for change to buy their fix   Some wear shorts and feeze a lot   Think they're cool? They're fucking not   CHORUS   Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill   I'm killing all the fucking hippies   I'm killing all the fucking hippies   I'm killing all the fucking hippies   I'm killing al lthose fucking hippies   Die, die, die, die   Wash your hair and cut your dreads   Or else you're gonna end up dead   Get that lice off of your head   Or I will fill you full of lead   They're all rejects from the sixties   Get some jobs you fucking hippies   I'm an easy going guy   But I'm even more mellow when hippies die   CHORUS   Die!