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LA SOLX4
LA SOL LA SOL
everybody wants do dance in a playpen,
LA SOL FA SOL
but nobody wants to play in my garden.
LA SOL DO FA
I see the hippies on an angry line,
SOL
guess they don't get my meaning,
I'm enchanted by the birds in my blossoms,
I'm enamored by young lovers on the weekend,
I like the Forth of July,
when bombs start flashing,
LA SOL FA SOL
and I wish I had a shiny 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
so I could make the gardening stop
LA SOL FA MI
come out to play, come out to play,
DO SOL LA FA
and we'll pretend it's Christmas Day
SOL
in my atomic garden
all my scientists are working on a deadline,
so my psychologist is working day and nighttime,
they say they know what's best for me,
but they don't know 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 fertile plot,
and a party that will never stop,
SOL FA
I hope there's nothing wrong out there,
I'm watching from my room inside my room
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