After The Storm

After the storm
 We'll all need to dry out
 And the forecast will be
 Sunny and fair
 After the storm
 We'll have a big parade
 And the smell of victory will be in the air
 We'll march in the sun
 And listen to speeches
 Life will be a bowl of cream and peaches
 After the storm
 We'll be sucking on swallows
 And driving our trucks in the sand
 We'll redraw the maps
 Wear snappy new caps
 A gentle breeze will blow o'er the land
 We'll pack up our things
 Maybe get married
 Throw off that weak, wussy
 Feeling we carried
 Bring it all home
 In a bag to be buried
 After the storm
 After the storm
 The flowers will grow
 And pastures of plenty we'll see
 We'll dig a few holes
 Heat up a few coals
 And have a big barbecue feed
 We'll shine up our cars
 Drive in the sun
 Pitch a tent in the woods
 And make a beer run
 If somebody wants something
 We might just give 'em some
 After the storm
 We'll march in the sun
 And listen to speeches
 And life will be a bowl of cream and peaches