Hippy Fascists
Wolfgang! Where's the Jagermeister?
We marched through the '60s
To a radical beat
But hey, a family's got to eat
So we moved to the suburbs
Where the lawns are neat
And there ain't no folks
Like we were
I traded the van for a Volvo
And debts that revolve, oh
No burning bras
Now we need them
And it's interest for incense
Junk bonds for beads
We'll squeeze the poor
To stretch our tweeds
I've paid my dues and want my cake!
Zoot alors! Mon Dieu!
Let them eat weeds!
Chorus: Look hip, act straight
Sell out man
The money's great
Peace! Love!
Let's go to the bank!
Yippee, we're hippy fascists!
Just nuke the whales
Or better yet, beach 'em
The hungry, they can eat blubber
Let's write a grant and
Underpay to teach 'em
A penny saved is one for me
Our great society was
The folly of youth
It's each for himself
If you must know the truth
So put down your guitars
And stub out that dope
Earning, not learning
Is our great green hope
And take those punks
With their rap and chains
Rivets in their ears
Racket in their brains
Let's shave their little heads
And load 'em on trains
A final solution is better than none
(Chorus)