Dungheaps
Avij
lookin' girl makin' real whooppee it must be all wrong
Permanent
set wave with a blonde boy plastic web feet
Smirkin'
dunderheads
Gimme'
good reason I could use some laughs
And the
sun shines bright in the middle of the night
and the
moon is full in the middle of the day
And the
arrogant flunkies desecrate the ground
in loud
automobiles
Frothing
cups o' gold call the changes to a square, square dance
Wake up
and smell the dungheaps
Sniff
'em