Lyrics:

Well it's a nickel for the fiddler
It's a nickel for his tune
It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon
And it's a high holiday on the 21st of June
And it's country music in the park and everybody's ruined
Instrumental
Well it's fountains full of dogs and kids
And it's freaky apple pie
And it's the ones who came to play
And it's the ones just passin' by
And it's coats of many colors
And it almost makes me cry
Lord, it's ice cream on a stick
And it's somethin' you can't buy
Instrumental
Well it's a fiddler from Kentucky
Who swears he's 83
And he's fiddled every contest
From here to Cripple Creek
And it's old ones and it's young ones
And it's plain they half agreed
But it's country music in the park
As far as they can see

Well it's a nickel for the fiddler
It's a nickel for his tune
It's a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon
And it's a high holiday on the 21st of June
And it's country music in the park and everybody's ruined