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LA SOL LA SOL LA SOL LA
LA SOL LA SOL MI
Everybody wants to dance in a play pen
LA SOL FA SOL
But nobody wants to play in my garden
LA SOL DO LA LA
I see the hippies on an angry line
LA
Guess they don't get my meaning
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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 bombs start flashing
LA SOL FA SOL
And I wish I had a shiney, red top
LA SOL FA MI
A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
LA SOL FA SOL
Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
LA MI LA
Then I could make the gardening stop
LA SOL FA MI
Come out to play, come out to play
LA FA DO SOL LA
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 night time
They say they know what's best for me
But they don't 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 fertle pot
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
SOL FA SOL FA SOL FA SOL FA
SOL FA SOL FA
I hope there's nothing wrong out there
SOL FA SOL FA LA SOL FA SOL LA SOL FA MI LA SOL FA SOL LA MI LA
I watch it from the room inside my room
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