Lyrics:

When we were young and the world seemed fine
My dad bought a cottage underneath the?pine
By?the shores of?a lake with a funny name
We?used to go there just the same
He never said a word about snakes and bees;
Gooey stuff leaking from the bark of trees;
Thunderstorms loud enough to split your head
But it's a lifestyle
You sold the cottage
You sold the cottage
You sold the cottage
You sold the cottage
The golden memories flood back
Prickle bushes
Bloodsuckers between the toes on the lake bottom
Falling out of the tree fort
Being bitten by the chipmunk that lived underneath the boathouse
Horseflies dining on my back
BBQ heaven burned to black
Motorboat havoc kept me on the shore
Suntan fever to migraine roar
Overheating as I lay in bed
Blankets wrapped around my head
No way spiders landed on my face
But it's a lifestyle

You sold the cottage
You sold the cottage
You sold the cottage
You sold the cottage