GLASTO IN MY GARDEN

I stared up at the silver Moon
A weekend at the end of June
Solstice gone, now here so soon
I've got Glasto in my garden

Had no chance to get a ticket
Put my tent up, near the thicket
Nice fresh air, you just can’t lick it
I've got Glasto in my garden

I’ve got some “grass”... with clover in it
I’ve got some “pot”... with a plant stuck in it
I’ve even got “shit”... It’s my Missus innit
I've got Glasto in my garden

I got dressed up, just like a hippy
I've got a veggie burger from our local chippy
I’ve put a star on my head with my Sister’s lippy
I've got Glasto in my garden

For my “vibes” I put the tranny on
Tuned it in to Radio One
Wondered where the “birds” had gone
For they all flew out my garden

For half an hour it felt so good
Then came the rain like I knew it would
Then the whole of the garden turned to mud
I had Glasto in my garden

(c) Daniel Dwyran