Holland

holland’s ill at ease, with caravans and trees
cozy, cozy lamp, burns throughout the camp
two-way radio, Germans on the go
souped up Caravelle, Germans living well
raise the sails and go
blow the wind will blow
down the flags will fold
cold the wind blows cold
from his island shack, Honcho’s fighting back
D.J. in a cage, D.J. in a rage
hippies will deny, while giving you a ride
this whole trip can’t last, nothing’s hard and fast
raise the sails and go
blow the wind will blow
down the flags will fold
cold the wind blows cold
raise the sails and go
blow the wind will blow
down the flags will fold
cold the wind blows cold
raise the sails and go
blow the wind will blow
down the flags will fold
cold the wind blows cold
cold, cold, cold