(Jane Wiedlin, Geri X, Eric McFadden, Travis Kasperbauer) Performed by Jane Wiedlin, Geri X, Eric McFadden, Travis Kasperbauer, Craig Greenberg, Wally Ingram, Dan O. Stoffels, Greg Roteik
Lyrics
Clear light sparkles on the water
Clean wind floats on the air
There’s lovely dancing and singing
From lads and maidens so fair
Inspiration flows like ambrosia
Friendships and love affairs bloom
All the while the Gods of Door County smile down
On this magical moment in June
Each morning the troubadours wake with a smile
AND greet their neighbors so kind
Then pick up their lutes and fiddles and flutes
Writing melodies sweeter than wine
Far, far above the shining steel bridge
The Gods of Door County are pleased
While far, far away near another great bridge
Weeps a Sconnie with busted up knees
THE GOOD FOLK AT THE HOLIDAY MOTEL
CAN ALL GO SUCK IT, I SAY
KICK FUCK YOU ALL
FOR HAVING A BALL
WHILE I SICKLY AND SILENTLY LAY
WHILE I SICKLY AND SILENTLY LAY
Greetings from the Gods of Door County
We really wish you would’ve come
To join us in drinking and laughing
And going to bed to the beat of a drum
Text messages, phone calls, and emails
Bombard me like clockwork hourly
Photos of frolicking fun in the sun
Of singer/songwriters scholarly
As I swill Vicodin cocktails
I curse each and every artiste
That crosses that goddamn dilapidated bridge
Like musical migrating geese
THE GOOD FOLK AT THE HOLIDAY MOTEL
CAN ALL KISS MY BIG FUCKING ASS
THERE’S NO POINT DENYING
AS I LAY HERE CRYING
I CURSE YOU FOR HAVING A BLAST
I CURSE YOU FOR HAVING A BLAST