Birds sing, there's not a cloud in 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 real bad dream

sudddenly everything is ok

The storm has passed, the sun is shining

Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day

The air is sweet, the summer flowers bloomin'

Nowhere in sight is there anything grey

Feelings of joy are filling the street

Yeah August 8th is a beautiful day

Like waking up from a fucked dream

Suddenly everything's lookin' good

There's been no permanent damage done

Yeah August 8th came right when it should

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

Poor Jeff

Poor Little Timmy Turtle

Staying home on such a beautiful day