Lyrics

Late afternoon in the open air
A human sea made out of mud and hair
Ain't nothing like a festival crowd
There's too many people, so we play too loud
Touch down, plane's on the ground
Look for the drummer, he's nowhere around
Running late, at least an hour
No time to rest, no time to shower
Now we're stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
But the kids don't mind
We had a drink going up in the plane
We had another coming down again
We had another in the airport bar
And then some homebrewed stuff in the promoter's car
Here we go, on with the show
We're bubbling under and we're ready to flow
Wound up, turned loose
Ain't got the power but we sure got the juice
And now we're stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
But the kids don't mind
We hit the stage with rock and rage
And do our best to earn the maximum wage
The lights are bullshit, the sound's for the birds
Don't know the music and we don't know the words
But still we're stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
Stinkin' up the great outdoors
And the kids don't mind
Written by: David St. Hubbins, Derek Smalls, Nigel Tufnel
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