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