Let's go to Sparta, they'll cook us dinner From the farm that we saw all summer Brimming over field of clover Yellow side road We were smoking something on them Sort of reliant on it When summer got old again Fall is a fair-weather friend Winter shows her face again And look out look out look out look out A cold wind is blowing in Let's go Let's go to Sparta, we'll find a friend there And they say the good times never have to end there But all along the bank, the poison river yank The fish out of their skins We were smoking something on them Sort of reliant on it When summer got old again Fall is a fair-weather friend And winter show her face again And look out look out look out look out A cold wind is blowing in Let's go