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everybody wants to dance in a playpenbut nobody wants to play in my garden
I see the hippies on an angry lineguess 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 Julywhen bombs start flashingand I wish I had a shiny red topa bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me upor maybe something bigger that could really go pop!so I could make the gardening stopcome out to playcome out to playand we'll pretend it's Christmas Dayin my atomic gardenall my scientists are working on a deadlineso my psychologist is working day and night timethey say they know what's best for mebut tehye don't know what they're doingand I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev'cause I'd wiggle all nightlike jelly in a potat leats he's got a garden with a fertile plotand 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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