It was a day, a day like no other day

Drivin' around in your Pontiac

Top down, whiskey bottle in the back

We came to play

Frisbee, refer and a radio

8-track player with the tapes you know

Hop in man, you know it's time to go.

Clouds go sailing through a clear blue sky

Make me wanna fly

And we'll go drive down by the lake

There's a band out at the shell tonight, by the firelight

Can't you feel that hot sun bake?

Hangin' round at the lake.

It was a day, a day like no other day

Hit Route 60 in the Bonneville

Quart of oil and the tank was filled

And there she lay, sun-tanned Cheri by the waterside

She looked at me and I nearly died,

Died on that perfect day.

Clouds go sailing through a clear blue sky

Make me wanna fly

And we'll go drive down by the lake

There's a band out at the shell tonight, by the firelight

Hell, until then we'll just play,

Play on that perfect day.

Day like no other day

© Mike Simmons/DeSoto Rust 2006