They came back from the moon today One of the parachutes didn't open Tourists are swarming over the Alps They shuttle by, buy postcards, lick ice-cream Sit around the bandstand Show their suntan Load their caravan
The dollar is climbing, the dollar is falling Our furniture has been in storage for over a year now Where does one belong?
Lazy days, Leo days August time – not my time Lazy days, Leo days August time – not my time Hate this weary dreary holiday time Hate this weary dreary holiday time
You go for a walk Read the papers Slaughter in Pakistan Slaughter on the Autobahn A plane crashed Politicians are cooling their heels
In Munich there will be a beer festival They had a bank robbery Police shot the hostage Olympic Games next year
Lazy days, Leo days August time is not my time Lazy days, Leo days August time is not my time Hate this weary dreary holiday time Hate this weary dreary holiday time
There are eight or ten boys standing there Near the funicular They're bored So bored, they start throwing stones They aim close to the girls' legs, the girls' head Eight or ten boys who've never seen war Healthy wealthy jet set babies Throwing stones on the third morning Of the Aquarian millennium