Lirama

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 well pretend its christmas day
In my atomic garden

All my scientists are working on a deadline
So my psychologist is working day and nighttime
They say they know whats best for me
But they don't know what theyre doing
And I'm glad I'm not gorbachev
cause Id wiggle all night
Like jelly in a pot
At least hes got a garden with a fertile plot
And a party that will never stop

I hope theres nothing wrong out there
I'm watching from my room inside my room