Everybody wants to dance in a playpen
But nobody wants to play in my garden
I see the hippies on an angry line
Guess they dont get my meaning
Im enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
Im enamored by young lovers on the weekend
I like the Fourth 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 night time
They say they know whats best for me
But they dont know what theyre doing
And Im glad Im not Gorbachev
cause Id wiggle all night
Like jelly in a pot
At leats hes got a garden with a fertile plot
And a party that will never stop
Come out to play
Come out to play
And well pretend its Christmas Day
In my atomic...
I hope theres nothing wrong out there
Im watching from my room inside my room
Come out to play
Come out to play
Come out to play
And well pretend its christmas day in my atomic garden
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