Birds sing there`s not a cloud in the sky August 8th 
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 that is anything grey 
Feelings of joy are filling the street yeah beautiful day 
Like waking up from a fucked up dream suddenly everythings 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