We had such a good time
At that park
Lot of fun
Six summers
I worked there for six summers
And they were--I’m telling you
The best summers
Of my life
Six summers
And only three decapitations
Not bad
Not bad at all
Some people said
We would have had less
We would have had less
If they had just
Tightened the bolts on the roller coaster
Every so often
But you know
I don’t like
I don’t like
To dwell on the past
The past is fun
Until you dwell on it
Then you start to remember
Things like the park-wide food poisoning
From that bad hot dog batch
And the wild dog that got loose
Near the tilt-a-whirl
If you just think about that stuff a little
You can usually find something
Funny about it
But if you pick at it
Like a scab
Sure enough
Stuff starts to bleed
But mostly you can laugh
Except when it comes
To the decapitations
Hard to see
The funny side of that
But I still don’t see
Why people need to keep bringing it up
Every time one of us
Wants to remember
Nice things that happened
At the park
Like your first kiss
Or your thirteenth birthday
Or the time you got hit in the face
With a baseball
Because some idiot with bad aim
Was trying to win his girlfriend a stuffed lion
And you had the bad luck
Of working the booth that day
There aren’t many bad memories
That can’t be dressed up
And made to look nice
If you let enough time pass
But yeah
Decapitations
That’s a tough one
It’s been almost twenty-five years
And I still can’t get myself to chuckle
Thinking about that
So mostly
I just don’t think about it
But these days
People don’t let you
Forget anything
While you’re trying to remember
It’s like everybody
Just wants
To be sad all the time
I’m telling you
It’s not natural
It’s not natural
For people to be able to
Just remember
Whatever they want
Even when their brain
Doesn’t want them to
It’s not healthy
Take the good
Leave the bad
That’s what I say
Take the bumper cars
Leave the serial killer
That ran into the funhouse
And wasn’t found for weeks
It’s the only way
To think about things
Otherwise you’d think
You never had it good
And who wants to think that?
I see the point
In thinking the way things are now is awful
But why think that way
About how things used to be?
Doesn’t make any sense
Not if you think about it
Not if you really think about it
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