The Festival Song

Yeah, for all the festival heads, check it out Alright it's that time of the year you've been waiting for, for months now Saving up your pay trying to figure all your funds out It's kinda funny when you think of all the fun How it's taken this long to shake last year's comedown Forget the past, as soon as December starts Grab your parents' credit card and hope that you don't get in last Yeah, 'cause if you let it pass these days A week late can mean paying triple when you bpay off ebay (true) It's hard to figure out what tickets you want, should it be Falls Festival or Pyramid Rock? Well for me, I really don't care 'cause I don't listen to rock, or hip hop I just wear earplugs and sit there and watch If your favourite band's there you'll think you'll never forget You'll probably get that wasted you won't remember their set But if you're a festival head then you already know the plan Go and pack up all your shit 'cause you're going on a trip for those summer days Summer days Oh, summer days Summer days For those summer days I love summer days Man I'm not squishing in the back I'm telling you, shotgun front Nah, bullshit man Now when you finally make it there from driving up with your crew You better get your mind set on finding something to do 'Cause you'll be stuck there lining up in the queue Moving bumper-to-bumper until your arse hurts, all to get your car searched And if your alcohol you're stressing 'cause you need it bad Stashing bottles of vodka up in your sleeping bags Maybe get a spare tyre with a heap of cans It doesn't matter, everybody has their secret plan Once your crew start picking your spot Unpacking, realize all the things you forgot, or shit that you lost Man, I swear I brought my pillows and socks And dudes too excited already sitting there sloshed It doesn't take long before you find somebody blazing up Mate, what are you doing, I said to save the bud for Xavier Rudd It's always the cheap fuckers who ain't paid enough, yep But please note that we don't condone taking drugs Summer days Summer days Oh, summer days Summer days I love summer days I love summer days Man, how cold is it inside this tent? I know, it's freezing man, Jesus Christ! Now as soon as the sun rises you'll be ready to start At six o'clock standing there outside your tent with a glass You're in it for the long haul, it doesn't end when it's dark We all know you've got your friends to make your energy last And you gotta time it so you peak it while the acts play Try and jump the fence and start sneaking into back stage If you get caught by police then try to act straight Nah, they're not those pills, I need them for my back pain And dudes are flying, saying to their mates "I love you man!" Or on a walk so they can go and call their Mum and Dad (it's Pez) And then there's people who so desperately just need a friend They're going up to anybody trying to have a D&M (yeah, my family) The next stage is you won't even watch the bands live You're having too much fun talking shit around your campsite Getting wasted while you bake in the sun What can I say, yo, it's a fucking good way to get drunk I love Summer days, summer days Oh, summer days, summer days I love summer days I love summer days Hey, what happened to you guys last night? I didn't even hear the countdown or anything Now by the last day you're probably thinking summer's the worst 'Cause all that time out in the sun left you covered in burns And smothered in dirt, the sight of all the dunnies is worse And all the food shops are gone when you're so hungry it hurts All you wanna do is sleep but you got packing to do Then squash up in that car and jump back in a queue Yeah, I know we all complain about the pain when it ends But next year we’ll save up and do the same shit again I love Summer days, summer days Oh, summer days, summer days I love summer days I love summer days I love summer days, summer days Summer days Summer days I love summer days Summer days Summer days I love summer days I was gonna say I love festivals Didn't really have the same ring to it though Yeah Pez, 360 Of course Matik on the beat Yeah Play that shit loud