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Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop, so i could make the gardening stop
But nobody wants to play in my garden, and i wish i had a shiny red top Religion, come out to play
And we ll pretend it s christmas day, come out to play Garden, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
I see the hippies on an angry line, but they don t know what they re doing
i m enchanted by the birds and the blossoms
Cause i d wiggle all night, and we ll pretend it s christmas day
Come out to play, come out to play Garden, but nobody wants to play in my garden
I see the hippies on an angry line, come out to play
In my atomic, so i could make the gardening stop, cause i d wiggle all night
And a party that will never stop, they say they know what s best for me, but nobody wants to play in my garden
And a party that will never stop, come out to play
at least he s got a garden with a fertile plot
Come out to play, i like the fourth of july Atomic, all my scientists are working on a deadline
but nobody wants to play in my garden
and we ll pretend it s christmas day in my atomic
At least he s got a garden with a fertile plot, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
i m enchanted by the birds and the blossoms
like jelly in a pot
I m enchanted by the birds and the blossoms, a bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
when bombs start flashing
So my psychologist is working day and night time, i see the hippies on an angry line, i m enamored by young lovers on the weekend
Come out to play, cause i d wiggle all night
But nobody wants to play in my garden, i see the hippies on an angry line, like jelly in a pot
So i could make the gardening stop, everybody wants to dance in a playpen Religion, come out to play
in my atomic
and i m glad i m not gorbachev