In my atomic
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms
When bombs start flashing
In my atomic
So my psychologist is working day and nighttime
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend
'Cause I'd wiggle all night, like jelly in a pot
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
That I could make the gardening stop
A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
Come out to play
And a party that will never stop
They say they know what's best for me
I hope there's nothing wrong out there
Come out to play
Come out to play
Come out to play
All my scientists are working on a deadline
At least he's got a garden with a fertile plot
Come out to play
And I wish I had a shiny red top
And we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop
But they don't know what they're doing
Guess they don't get my meaning
I see the hippies on an angry line
I'm watching from my room inside my room
And I'm glad I'm not Gorbachev
Come out to play
I like the 4th of July
