National Holiday - Timbuk 3

The put the chairs out on the lawn

Grandma’s got her new dress on

There’s fresh flowers on Grandpa’s grave

And Junior smells of aftershave

Oh boy, hey hey, it’s a national holiday

Everything’s ready for the big parade

The mayor’s got his place in the shade

We can’t till the sun goes down

To lie on a hill at the end of town

While a presidential proclamation

Is blasting out across the nation

And Mad Dog and his band of jerks

Are lighting off the fireworks

Oh boy, hey hey, it’s a national holiday

It’s a national holiday

So let’s all sing the national anthem

Free the hostages, pay the ransom

Raise the flag, lower the taxes

Ban the bomb, bury the hatchet

The chiefs of staff have called a session

A call for an end to armed aggression

They’re easing up on covert actions

Appeasing all opposing factions

They communicated with the communists

Pacified the pacifists

Stopped all pain, stopped all sorrow

Real life shall resume tomorrow

Oh boy, hey hey, it’s a national holiday

It’s a national holiday