Bird´s sing there´s not a cloud on the sky,
yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
I see a bunch of hippies crying,
yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
Like waking up from a fucked up dream,
suddenly everything is ok,
the storm has passed the sun is shining,
yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
What´s going on, what´s going on,
is something bumming your scene?
There´s something wrong, there´s something wrong
I´m trying not to be mean.
The air is sweet,
summer flowers blooming nowhere in sights
is the anything grey.
Feeling of joy are filling the street,
yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
Like waking up from a fucked up dream,
suddenly everything is ok,
the storm has passed the sun is shining,
yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
There´s been no pernament damage done,
yeah August 8th came right when it should.
What´s going on, what´s going on,
is something bumming your scene?
There´s something wrong, there´s something wrong
I´m trying not to be mean.
Poor Jeff, poor Timmy Turtle,
Staying home on such a beautiful day.
