Tom and Harry were the best of friendsThey called themselves The Dharma BumsLit out from their home and kinWith a mandolin and a pair of thumbsWorked side by side all that summerPicking those grapes from the vineRead by one light, took turns to cookThe oldest story in the bookEnter Richard and his sister, JuneJust before the season's endRichard's guitar knows a whole lotta tunesHarry starts a-picking on the mandolinDown by the dam in the moonlightWhen June kisses Tom, Harry doesn't know where to lookThe oldest story in the bookThe band pull into town in the afternoonThey've got a hit song on the radioRichard calls up his sister, JuneAnd says 'Do you want to come along to the show?'June scrapes the money together for a babysitterTom's working late, she's glad she's on her ownEspecially when Harry sings that song about the girlBy the lake and how the moonlight lookedThe oldest story in the book
