On a hill far away is an old wooden stage And a band playing just out of tune. In the meadow below the folks party down by the light of a silvery moon. Now ain't that about a good time And around and around the fire they dance Leading the weaving bodies to love What should it be if it shouldn't be fun? Well she ain't the first and she aint the worst And he ain't the best of the rest. Back and forth this pain and pleasure Love and hate so close together Looney bin reject on the telephone Obscene calls to the old folk's home Well it's wrong if you don't do right Boy must play bag pipe or die Contracting life ol Dan ol John What should it be if it shouldn't be fun? All i am is a hole in the air Surrounded all around by teeth and air And which you throw your coat in there What should it be if it shouldn't be fun? Well it seems like everything is making me mad Last night was the most fun we'd ever had But it won't go on and it won't go on What should it be if it shouldn't be fun And now it seems compared to last night Nothing oh nothing oh nothings seems right Why can't we jump up and down all the time? The morning after is so unkind And it won't go on and it won't go on What should it be if it shouldn't be fun