| «I guess», God said
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| «It's time to let the little people have
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| The salad days
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| Somebody cut the rain
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| Let there be lawn chairs in the shade
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| For everyone
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| Be sure to give it the works
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| The barbecues and the fireworks
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| And make certain the night is fair
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| For my lovers in pairs
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| I’ll be behind the sun
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| Now let these things be done, uh huh
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| It’s one of those days»
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| We had iced-up beer in the park with the picnic gear
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| Uh huh, the salad days
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| Between the hoots and shouts
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| We were knockin' a volleyball around
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| Every which way
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| Tan dads without no shirts
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| Young things tucked under skirts
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| A baby girl whose face is smirched with some dessert
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| Bad boys hurtin' their bikes
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| Shootin' for the world-record psyche
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| One of those days
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| Now sometime later on
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| God peeked from behind the sun, he said
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| «Looks like it’s all worked out and I can rest a while»
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| God had His Great Snooze
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| And through the trees a sleepy breeze blew
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| It was one of those days |