Birds sing, "There's not a cloud in the sky   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      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 flower's bloomin'   Nowhere inside is there anything gray   Feelings of joy are healing 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      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      Poor Jeff, poor little Timmy Turtle   Staying home on such a beautiful day