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 doesnt help a bit It doesnt stop the k**ing, its just a load of sh** Chorus: You read it from the papers and chant up every word Misled by your leaders, you repeat what youve heard Too dumb to think with your own brains, so full of dope and gas Still Searching for your answers, well shove it up your a** Those ba*tard 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 youre just a f*cking joke!