And we'll pretend it's Christmas day
Come out to play
Guess they don't get my meaning
In my atomic
Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
So I could make the gardening stop
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
They say they know what's best for me
Come out to play
Come out to play
A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
Come out to play
But they don't know what they're doing
And a party that will never stop
And we'll pretend it's Christmas day
I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
And I wish I had a shiny red top
I'm watching from my room inside my room
Come out to play
Come out to play
At least he's got a garden with a fertile plot
All my scientists are working on a deadline
And we'll pretend it's Christmas day
I hope there's nothing wrong out there
So my psychologist is working day and night time
I like the Fourth of July when bombs start flashing
And I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev 'cause I'd wiggle all night
Like jelly in a pot
In my atomic
I see the hippies on an angry line
