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 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 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
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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 garden
All my scientists are working on a deadline
so my psychologist is working day and night time
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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 leats he's got a garden with a fertile plot
and a party that will never stop
I hope there's nothing wrong out there
I'm watching from my room inside my room
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