Everybody wants to dance in a playpen
But nobody wants to play in my garden
I see the hippies on an angry line
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 Fourth of July
When bombs start flashing
And I wish I had a shiny red top
A bugle with a big brass bell would cheer me up
Or maybe something bigger that could really go pop!
So I could make the gardening stop
Come out to play
Come out to play

And we´ll pretend it´s Christmas Day
In my atomic garden
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 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 leats he´s got a garden with a fertile plot
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...
I hope there´s nothing wrong out there
I´m watching from my room inside my room
Come out to play
Come out to play
Come out to play
And we´ll pretend its christmas day in my atomic garden