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 $#&@ed up dream

Suddenly everything's looking 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