Late afternoon in the open air;
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A human sea made out of mud and hair.
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Ain't nothing like a festival crowd:
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There's too many people so we play too loud.
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Touch down, plane's on the ground,
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Look for the drummer, he's nowhere around.
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Running late, at least an hour,
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No time to rest, no time to shower now we're
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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But the kids don't mind!
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We had a drink going up in the plane,
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We had another coming down again.
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We had another in the airport bar,
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And then some home-brewed stuff in the promoter's car.
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Here we go, on with the show,
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We're bubblin under and we're ready to flow
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Wound up! Turned loose!
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Ain't got the power but we sure got the juice and now we're
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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But the kids don't mind!
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We hit the stage, with rock and rage
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And do our best to earn the maximum wage.
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The lights are bullshit, the sound's for the birds,
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Don't know the music and we don't know the words but still we're
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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Stinkin' up the great outdoors
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And the kids don't mind!
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Stinkin' up the Great Outdoors
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| Spinal Tap |
