They all got f**ing Birkenstocks
It's fifty f**ing degrees out
Some of them don't wear shoes at all
At Haight and Ash you'll find them all
f**ing hippies make me real sick
Ask for change to buy their fix
Some wear shorts and freeze a lot
Think they're cool? They're f**ing not
k**, k**, k**, k**
k**, k**, k**, k**
I'm k**ing all the f**ing hippies
I'm k**ing all the f**ing hippies
I'm k**ing all the f**ing hippies
I'm k**ing all those f**ing 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 f**ing hippies
I'm an easy going guy
But I'm even more mellow when hippies die
k**, k**, k**, k**
k**, k**, k**, k**
I'm k**ing all the f**ing hippies
I'm k**ing all the f**ing hippies
I'm k**ing all the f**ing hippies
I'm k**ing all those f**ing hippies
Die, die, die, die, die