| It’s endless summer once again and everything is fine
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| Save for a small concern about the rising water line
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| We’ve junked our monkey suits
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| We’re heading west and searching for the country life
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| One evening spent in digging out the tent we used last time
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| We don’t do coke we only smoke what we smoked in our prime
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| And it was at this show, some years ago
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| That Janice said she’d be my wife
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| FESTIVAL!
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| Just sitting here there’s nothing different from those student days
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| Except the house, the car, the kids, the golf, the job that pays
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| And life has done its trick
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| Our waists are thick but never mind our hair is thin
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| Although it must be said the food is bad and full of flies
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| It’s great to be back here with Van and Bob and all the guys
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| A special thanks must go to farmer Jones
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| Who really owns the shit we’re in
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| FESTIVAL!
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| We’re all stuck in time, like the ticking of a clock |