[Verse 1]
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 okay
The storm has passed, the sun is shining
Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day
[Chorus]
What's going on? What's going on?
Is something bumming your scene?
There's something wrong, there's something wrong
I'm not trying to be mean
[Verse 2]
The air is sweet, the summer flowers blooming
Nowhere in sight is there anything grey
Feelings of joy, are filling the street
Yeah, August 8th is a beautiful day
Like waking up from a fucked up dream
Suddenly everything's looking good
There's been no permanent damage done
Yeah, August 8th came right when it should
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Poor Jeff, poor little Timmy Turtle
Staying home on such a beautiful day