It's a nickel for the fiddler    It's a nickel for his tune    It's a nickel for the tambourine    Kind of afternoon    It's a high holiday on the 21st of June    And it's country music in the park    And everybody's ruined       It's fountains full of dogs and kids    And it's freaky apple pie    It's the ones just come to play    And it's the ones just passin' by    It's coats of many colours    And it almost makes me cry    It's ice cream on a stick    And it's something you can't buy       It's a fiddler from Kentucky    Who swears he's 83    And he's fiddled every contest    From here to Cripple Creek    It's old ones and it's young ones    And it's plain they have agreed    That it's country music in the park    As far as they can see       It's a nickel for the fiddler    It's a nickel for his tune    It's a nickel for the tambourine    Kind of afternoon    It's a high holiday on the 21st of June    And it's country music in the park    And everybody's ruined