On the afternoon
That the revolution began
I was in a hotel pool
With another kid
And an Australian businessman
And nothing there would make you say
After so much talk today would be the day
Nothing but an upset tray
Left by the pool
This afternoon
An orange cup was thrown
From an upstairs room
A cherry bomb of giddy lust
I guess from a bride and groom
And nothing there would make you say
After so much talk today would be the day
Nothing but an orange cup
From an upstairs room
This afternoon
Well I've spent every long Summer
Just this way
Since my mother started making up their beds
And learning to look the other way
So what's one more drunk businessman
Coming on to me
In the shallow end
Nothing there would make you say
After so much talk today would be the day
What's another slogan mean
Scrawled across my TV screen
What's another bride and groom locked
Up in a fancy room, what's
One more drunk businessman
Coming on to me
In the shallow
This afternoon