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