It Don't Get No Better Than This

(The M.A.R. Song)
by Tom P.

Well the season's here, and I'm feeling fine

I'm going up the hill to that Mica Mine

I'll take off my clothes and walk in the buff

'Cause everybody up here loves to do that stuff

When the threads ask me, what do you do there?

Play a game of Bocce and of course, run around bare

I sit around the pool, I hike on the trails

Or watch the yearly burning of the cottontails

It's morning coffee with our friends and lunch on their deck

Dinner's coming soon; no we're not gone yet!!

We all come to M.A.R. because it's just pure bliss

And it don't get no better than this

Now some funny stories have come out of this place

To repeat them in this song would be a loss of face

I can only tell you one but it will cost you a buck

If you think I'll give you names duh, big red truck

This song is over now and it was tongue in cheek

If you were offended well just wait a week

'Cause the stories will change and you'll be all right

And somebody help me, I want a site

It's morning coffee with our friends and lunch on their deck

Dinner's coming soon no we're not gone yet!!

We all come to M.A.R. because it's just pure bliss

And it don't get no better than this

We all come to M.A.R. because it's just pure bliss

And it don't get no better than this