Walkin’ on the Sun
Smash Mouth
It ain’t no joke, I’d like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it’s just a song but it’s spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know, went out but it’s back
It’s just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion, it’s a passion for the with it and hip
If you got the goods, they’ll come and buy it just to stay in the clique
So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin’ and clappin’, man, what the hell happened there?
Some were spellbound, some were hell bound
Some they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the melt-down
And their kids were hippie chicks or hypocrites
Because fashion is smashin’ the true meaning of it
So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
And it ain’t no joke when our mama’s handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby’s life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can’t reform, no God-like hocus-pocus
So don’t sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack put you away
You need to be there when your baby’s old enough to relate
So don’t delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you’re still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer is shun, you might as well be walkin’ on the sun
(You might as well be walkin’ on the sun)
Songwriters: GREG CAMP,GREGORY D. CAMP,KEVIN JOHN IANNELLO,PAUL DELISLE,PAUL GERALD DELISLE,STEVEN HARWELL,STEVEN SCOTT HARWELL
I remember that summer, the one that seemed liked it lasted for so long. I was a big fan of Hall and Oats and I enjoy the song ‘Abracadabra” it was the best song for the longest time.
I remember me and my friend Laura having the time of our lives that summer. We both had been planning on me spending a whole week with her in the upcoming summer of 1978. I could not wait for the actual day to finally arrive. Before we both knew it, it was happening. She had moved to Salisbury, about an hour and some away from me in our third grade. We were inseparable back then. Where she was I was, where I was there would be her.
We became friends in our second grade. She was the girl no one noticed much unless to pick on, because she was very quite and reserved. I on the other hand was very outgoing. She would occasionally get picked on by the other kids we went to school with, so of course, I would step in and send them away. I always felt the need to help those that got picked in or was left out of the social circle. Even in elementary, I believe it was my innate right to do so.
We suddenly began finding things we had in common and things we both liked. As I said in the first paragraph, Hall and Oats was definitely one of the things we shared in our likes. We both had wanted to spend our whole week together by going to the beach, but we could get that, our parents did not want to go the beach. This is when we came up with a grand plan for this one week out of the whole summer. We also knew we needed to make the best of things, since she did not live near me anymore and would not be coming back to the school we shared.
Our week’s plan included, making our own beach. Yes, I said that correctly. She had said her father had a sand pile out back of her house, so we thought there would be no harm in using it to create a beach dream , come true. We did just that! We found the perfect place in the yard where we would be all by ourselves and free from peering parent’s eyes. We laid out the sand in an area maybe 5′ by 5′. We went and gathered suntan lotion, a small pool, a beach ball, and our beach chairs. We put on our bathing suits, got our glasses and a radio. We were so set on having a wonderful time at our beach. Just two friends out on our own enjoying the radio and weighing in the water/pool, and enjoying the burning hot sand between our toes, lol.
We did not care much that this was a made-up beach, we just enjoyed everyday, out in her back yard, getting a suntan and listening to the radio as we put our feet down in the sand. The best summer ever, with the absolute best FRIEND a girl could have asked for.
Later on…
We never did that whole week thing again, never even saw each other again, but she gave me what feels like a lifetime of happy childhood memories. Even if it was only a few years, she was by far the best FRIEND ever.
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