And I woke up to the sunshine
Of a morning that could never be surpassed by
Any scene in the rest of my life
While my darling was in the kitchen
I drew my rifle on my back
And soon we were setting out
For the bustle of the fair
Remote sinister's drawing nearer
Soundwaves indicate it clearer
Anticipation is the drug of the nation
But I am none of these things, lucky me
And so we acted like nothing could happen
You know, pretending was our only weapon
I was just driving the car
While my honey was crooning a tune
The matter brought us together
The matter brought us together
The matter brought us together again this time
The wind started blowing
Corns were rolling, Stephen King, he said
Good morning, caught sight of the truth
Above flowered field
Then I got through this alive
Lucky me!
Remote sinister's drawing nearer
Soundwaves indicate it clearer
Anticipation is the drug of the nation
But I am none of these things, lucky me!