Atomic Garden

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 thye 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 
I hope there's nothing wrong out there 
I'm watching from my room inside my room