For all the old, old days
It's nice to get away
She drinks it down, down, down
She stays up mending curtains
Alone in the night
Clears up her head with bourbon
For all the old, old days
She drinks it down, down, down
Until her fingers hurt, and
But what does she know about crime?
She's thinking of it now
Years ago she lost her daughter
Racking your mind
What a fine day for a parade
No one can say for certain
'Cause beer is so suburban
But what a fine day for a parade
Where they got stoned and worked the earth
But what a fine day for a parade
It's nice to get away
The price of forward thinking
And declasse for what it's worth
She's thinking of it now
Believes the town is sinking
What a fine day for a parade
She's thinking of it now
For all the old, old days
Off to a sacred order
You stay up all night half the time
But what a fine day for a parade
She'll never safely know when
You can get so bored of it all
It's nice to get away
She drinks it down, down, down
An asteroid will kill us all
While all your neighbors sleep tight
What a fine day for a parade
