Birds sing there's not a cloud in the sky August
8th
I see a bunch of hippies crying yeah August 8th
is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a real bad dream suddenly
everything is ok
The storm has passed the sun is shining yeah
August 8th is a beautiful day
What's goin on what's goin on is something bummin
your scene
There's something wrong there's something wrong
I'm not trying to be mean
The air is sweet the summer flowers bloomin
nowhere in that is anything grey
Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah
beautiful day
Like waking up from a f**ked up dream suddenly
everythings looking good
There's been no permanent damage done
Yeah August 8th came right when it should
Poor Jeff
Poor little
Timmy turtle
Staying home on such a beautiful day