Every single townie had his or her say
About what should be done with the island on the lake
I guess it's not that uncommon of a tale
The rich got richer
And the poor paid the bills
Mayor Weminuche had his eyes upon the prize
His anti-island speech won him the election of '09
The bankers funded him, they didn't know otherwise
And the pro-island folk didn't stand a chance
Laps are only fun when you get to choose your stroke
You don't know when you'll get to catch your breath
If you need a quick escape
Swim on over to the island on the lake
The hippies all hung out there
Bout a quarter past five
Trees started talking
I swear the forest came alive
Grove street jail's where they spent most of their time
Dreamin' of the island, a place to unwind
They came in with their tractors, and caught the hippies in their tracks
The hippies howled and hissed as they tried to push them back
The townies shoved them off and blamed it on the grass
Shouldn't have written them off that fast
Laps are only fun when you get to choose your stroke
You don't know when you'll get to catch your breath
If you need a quick escape
Swim on over to the island on the lake
See what the bankers didn't realize is that
Their kids would go there too
They'd steal their daddies' motorboats, and no one even knew
They'd just hang out with the hippies, and share a drink or two
They did everything, that they weren't supposed to do
When Mayor Weminuche gave his infamous address
The parents didn't mind it, but the kids, they knew what was next
Same thing happened in the next town over
Parents make the rules, till the kids get older
Laps are only fun when you get to choose your stroke
You don't know when you'll get to catch your breath
If you need a quick escape
Swim on over to the island on the lake