Bonnaroo
I think this year
I’ll go to bonnaroo,
I ain’t got nothing
better to do.
I got a hankerin’
for some fresh country air,
and to spend a little time
with folks with long hair.
Who live and let live
and hurt not a soul,
and dance around joyfully
to rock and roll.
Who go for days
without a shower,
and wear sandals and headbands
and believe in flower power.
Who wear tie died shirts
and bell bottom jeans,
and live on love
and pork and beans.
I’ll twist my beard
into funky dreads,
and go to goodwill
for some groovy threads.
I’ll change my name
to billy breeze,
and relate totally with
the birds and the bees.
I’ll strum a ukulele
and start a following,
and if it rains,
in the mud I’ll be wallowing.
It seems like mother freedom
has me by the arm,
and she’s leadin’ me on
to that happy farm.
It’ll be the best week
I’ll ever spend,
it’ll be so fun
I’ll wish it’d never end.
It’ll be a spectacle
like never scene,
who knows I may even get
to see the queen.
There’s still room on the bus
for one or two,
who wants to go
with me to bonnaroo.:)
(2015)
