Rate the quality of this lyrics
Rating:
4.00/5. Total votes:
0
You are a hippie,
You smell like skunk,
I'm your arch-enemy,
A middle class punk.
Get out,
Get a life,
Get a job,
Everyone's smoking grass,
Everyone is an ass.
Can't you afford to cut your hair?
Cause Frank and I will cut it off for free.
Never trust a hippie,
They'll sell you bad drugs.