Haven't had so much fun since my daddy took the V8 away
Light a spark in the dark, take a mark, it's resurrection day
It's a breeze, Timorese, APEC speak, wear batik, seen not heardWell, we do the same things that we always do
Nothing changes but the color changes hue
I don't come to bury you
The trouble is with youWe got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshineHave you ever built your house in a town called Piss-it-away
You were dreaming of marinas with a crown, you were king for a day
Saw a man with a reason, any season, got a bird in his handWell, we do the same things that we always do
Nothing changes but the channel changes view
Well, the trouble with you has been
You can sleep, but you can't dreamWe got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshineToo much sunshine
Too much sunshineWe got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshine
We got too much sunshine