Shove it up your ass

Those dirty hairy hippies are marching on our street
They say they march for freedom, they say they march for peace But
walking around the city just doesn't help a bit It doesn't stop the
killing, it's just a load of shit

Chorus:
You read it from the papers and chant up every word
Misled by your leaders, you repeat what you've heard
Too dumb to think with your own brains, so full of dope and gas Still
searching for your answers, we'll shove it up your ass

Those bastard son of sixties they got no right to live
They always tell us what to do but got nothing to give
All the left wing radicals full of their own selves
So cool back in '69 you're just a fucking joke!