Sunshine

On the lawn before the bouquet fell
 Long before we heard the ringing bell
 When all I want is a good look at your underside
 Reading trash like it was Judy Blume
 Your paperbacks are strewn about the room
 Awaiting their instructions to be mobilized
 And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
 Everybody knows and so it goes
 That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now
 Lazy Rayna had a million bucks
 Changed into pennies on a hundred trucks
 Cause linen's legal tender for a layabout
 Why hold your breath until your face turns blue?
 A stretch of rope you know can do that too
 The truth be told, no one likes a gadabout
 And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows
 Everybody knows and so it goes
 That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now
 Everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now