Wave that flag, wave it wide and high...
Red and white, blue suede shoes, I'm Uncle Sam, how do you do?
Gimme five, I'm still alive, ain't no luck, I learned to duck.
Check my pulse, it don't change. Stay seventy-two come shine or rain.
Wave the flag, pop the bag, rock the boat, skin the goat.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
I'm Uncle Sam, that's who I am; Been hidin' out in a rock and roll band.
Shake the hand that shook the hand of P.T. Barnum and Charlie Chan.
Shine your shoes, light your fuse. Can you use them ol' U.S. Blues?
I'll drink your health, share your wealth, run your life, steal your wife.
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
Back to back chicken shack. Son of a gun, better change your act.
We're all confused, what's to lose?
Wave that flag, wave it wide and high.
Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my.
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Saw this and thought you had to see it- from Mike Birbiglia's Secret Public Journal
I make outdoor festivals even more awkward
Last week I performed at the Bonnaroo Festival. If you're not familiar with these outdoor rock & roll festivals, Journal, they're a great opportunity for musicians and comedians to share the stage and for teenagers to convert porto-potties into meth labs. Being at the fest brought me back to high school when I would attend these types of festivals with much enthusiasm and a deep search for my own identity. Large quantities of Schlitz Ice and hallucinogens aren't very helpful for figuring out who you are. But they're a great way to figure out who you're not.
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