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