Announcer over PA: "Attention shoppers, please refrain from pyrotechnics."

We all rolled up to Nashville

For a weekend shopping spree

At the Grand Old Opry

With a coupon jamboree

We hit the food court early

Then browsed some cowboy boots

But someone thought the fountain

Could use a little “boom” and “zoot”

Mist on the water

Fireworks in the sky

It was a cousin from Kentucky

With a lighter and a plan

He smuggled Roman candles

In a banjo-shaped cake pan

He yelled, "Y'all check this out now!"

Then lit a sparkler stick

It flew into the Cinnabon

And things escalated quick

Mist on the water

Sparks began to fly

Sparks began to -fla-fla-fla-fly

Security came charging

In golf carts three abreast

But tripped near Build-A-Bear

And took a foam bear to the chest

The sprinklers started spraying

The ceiling tiles gave way

We waded through the Hallmark cards

Like some Black Friday ballet

Mist on the water

Glitter in our eyes

The carousel kept turning

With kids and moms in tow

As laser-tag commandos

Tried to bring the dude down slow

The candle shop exploded

With scents of pumpkin pie

Now every time we smell it

We get flashbacks in July...

Mist on the water

Chaos in aisle five

Mist on the water

Mall cops doing high dives

They patched the food court ceiling

And banned all open flames

The guy’s now on a T-shirt

With the words “No Fireworks, James”

We still go there on weekends

But keep it nice and tame

Just snacks, some light mascara

And zero bursts of flame

Mist on the water

Echoes from the sky

Mist on the water

We lived—but barely dry

Mist on the water...

Mist on the water......