After the storm We'll all need to dry out And the forecast will be Sunny and fair After the storm
We'll have a big parade And the smell of victory will be in the air We'll march in the sun And listen to speeches Life will be a bowl of cream and peaches
After the storm We'll be sucking on « swallows » And driving our trucks in the sand We'll redraw the maps Wear snappy new caps A gentle breeze will blow o'er the land
We'll pack up our things Maybe get married Throw off that weak, wussy Feeling we carried Bring it all home In a bag to be buried After the storm
After the storm The flowers will grow And pastures of plenty we'll see We'll dig a few holes Heat up a few coals And have a big barbecue feed
We'll shine up our cars Drive in the sun Pitch a tent in the woods And make a beer run If somebody wants something We might just give 'em some After the storm
We'll march in the sun And listen to speeches And life will be a bowl of cream and peaches
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