Oh, Knysna
In the car at 160 kilometers an hour
On our way to Plettenberg Bay
When we arrived the party had already started
The perfect start to that Friday

In Knysna
Oh, Knysna

I remember Brian trying to take a piss in the toilet
From the hallway
But he kinda missed
Fuckin hell, that party was lit
The good old days

The next morning we felt a little rough
Hangovers and Energade,
They were drinking gin and lemonade
We took this trip down the coast
To hop on Orrins boat and down the river afloat
And this is the song that we wrote

In Knysna
Oh, Knysna