This Hippie Van Is Headed South
This hippie van is headed south
To Arizona’s crimson mouth.
We were singing all the weirdo songs.
Righting the rights, ignoring wrongs.
Pulling people in along the way
We pulled a cereal killer in to play
He ate all of the cheerios we ever had
When he left we were all glad
Don’t keep inviting strangers in said maw
We had picked her up in Omaha
The songs continued, we sang the day away
Picking more strangers up along the way.
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