Let's go to Sparta, they'll cook us dinner
From the farm that we saw all summer
Brimming over field of clover
Yellow side road
We were smoking something on them
Sort of reliant on it
When summer got old again
Fall is a fair-weather friend
Winter shows her face again
And look out look out look out look out
A cold wind is blowing in
Let's go
Let's go to Sparta, we'll find a friend there
And they say the good times never have to end there
But all along the bank, the poison river yank
The fish out of their skins
We were smoking something on them
Sort of reliant on it
When summer got old again
Fall is a fair-weather friend
And winter show her face again
And look out look out look out look out
A cold wind is blowing in
Let's go