By the time I got to Woodstock

It was going up in flames

In June under a silvery moon

Why do all your songs turn out the same?

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

I'm not sorry I was having fun

I'm not sorry

I got that old time religion

Where we still don't cross the picket lines

You got Rush Limbaugh on your side

But I got Ricky Tomlinson on mine

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

I'm not sorry I was having fun

I'm not sorry

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

Got got got got, not got

I'm not sorry I was having fun

I'm not sorry