Atomic Garden

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 and the blossoms
 I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
 I like the Fourth of July
 When the 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 we'll pretend it's Christmas day
 In my atomic
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 All my scientists are working on a deadline
 So my psychologist is working day and nighttime
 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 least he's got a garden with a fertile plot
 And a party that will never stop
 Come out to play
 Come out to play
 And we'll pretend it's Christmas day
 In my atomic
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 I hope there's nothing wrong out there
 I'm watching from my room inside my room
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 Come out to play
 Come out to play
 And we'll pretend it's Christmas day
 In my atomic - garden