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 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 anything gray
Feelings of joy are filling the street
yeah August 8th is beautiful day
Like waking up from a [bad word] 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