Everybody wants to dance in a playpen
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But nobody wants to play in my garden
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I see the hippies on an angry line
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Guess they don't get my meaning
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I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
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I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
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I like the Fourth of July
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When bombs start flashing
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And I wish I had a shiny red top
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A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
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Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!
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So I could make the gardening stop
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Come out to play
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Come out to play
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And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
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In my atomic garden
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All my scientists are working on a deadline
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So my psychologist is working day and night time
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They say they know what's best for me
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But they don't know what they're doing
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And I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev
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'cause I'd wiggle all night
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Like jelly in a pot
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At leats he's got a garden with a fertile plot
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And a party that will never stop
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Come out to play
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Come out to play
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And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
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In my atomic...
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I hope there's nothing wrong out there
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I'm watching from my room inside my room
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Come out to play
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Come out to play
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Come out to play
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And we'll pretend its christmas day in my atomic garden
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Atomic Garden
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| Bad Religion |
