On the afternoon that the revolution began
I was in a hotel pool with another kid and an Australian 
businessman
And nothing there would make you say
After so much talk, today would be the day
Nothing but an upset tray left by the pool 
This afternoon

An orange cup was thrown from an upstairs room
A cherry bomb of giddy lust, I guess, from a bride and 
groom
And nothing there would make you say
After all this talk, today would be the day
Nothing but an orange cup from an upstairs room
This afternoon

Well I've spent every long summer just this way
Since my mother started making up their beds and learning 
to look the other way
So what's one more drunk businessman comin' on to me in 
the shallow end
Nothing there would make you say
After so much talk, today would be the day

What's another slogan mean scrawled across my TV screen
What's another bride and groom locked up in a fancy room
What's one more drunk businessman comin' on to me in the 
shallows
This afternoon