August 8th Lyrics

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, suddenly everything is ok.
The storm has passed and 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 sight is there anything grey,
Feelings of joy are filling the street, yeah August 8th is a beautiful day.
Like waking up from a f*cked up dream, suddenly everything's 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.

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