everybody wants do dance in a playpen,
but nobody wants to play in my garden.
I see the hippies on an angry line,
guess they don`t get my meaning,
I`m enchanted by the birds in my blossoms,
I`m enamored by young lovers on the weekend,
I like the Forth of July,
when bombs start flashing,
and I wish I had a shiny red top,
a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up,
or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!
so I could make the gardening stop
come out to play, come out to play,
and we`ll pretend it`s Christmas Day
in my atomic
all my scientists are working on a deadline,
so my psychologist is working day and nighttime,
they say they know what`s best for me,
but they don`t know what they`re doing,
and I`m glad I`m not Gorbachev,
`cause I`d wiggle all night,
like jelly in a pot,
at least he`s got a garden with a fertile plot,
and a party that will never stop,
Come out to play
Come out to play
And we`ll pretend its Christmas day
in my atomic
I hope there`s nothing wrong out there,
I`m watching from my room inside my room
Come out to play
Come out to play
And we`ll pretend its Christmas day
In my atomic
GARDEN
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