Albert said, true love is dead   Baby plays with fire, in her head   Cathy's trees, are filled with disease   Dave and Eddie shake off, all the leaves   All the boys and girls they   Love to scream and shout   We've got so much to figure out   While Frankie wonders how the flies    Get in and out and out and in      Andy's pain, cannot be explained   Brian's eating Candy, in the rain   Daisy blooms, in everyone's gloom   Ethan reads the carpet, in his room      Here we go outside   Such a pleasant kind of day to take a ride   You pay for the fuel   You know that I will drive   Yes I will drive