Stinkin' Up The Great Outdoors

(album: Break Like The Wind - 1992)

Late afternoon in the open air
A human sea made out of mud and hair
Ain't nothing like a festival crowd
There's too many people so we play too loud

Touch down, plane's on the ground
Look for the drummer, he's nowhere around
Running late, at least an hour
No time to rest, no time to shower now we're

Stinking up the great outdoors
Stinking up the great outdoors
Stinking up the great outdoors
But the kids don't mind

We had a drink going up in the plane
We had another coming down again
We had another in the airport bar
And then some home-brewed stuff in the promoter's car

Here we go, on with the show
We're bubbling under and we're ready to flow
Wound up! Turned loose
Ain't got the power but we sure got the juice and now we're

Stinking up the great outdoors
Stinking up the great outdoors
Stinking up the great outdoors
But the kids don't mind...

We hit the stage, with rock and rage
And do our best to earn the maximum wage
The lights are bullshit, the sound's for the birds
Don't know the music and we don't know the words but still we're

Stinking up the great outdoors
Stinking up the great outdoors
Stinking up the great outdoors
And the kids don't mind...