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      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 least 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   And we'll pretend it's Christmas day   In my atomic garden