"I guess", God said, "It's time to let the little people have the salad days somebody cut the rain, let there be lawn chairs in the shade for everyone be sure to give it the works, the barbecues and the fireworks and make certain the night is fair for my lovers in pairs I'll be behind the sun, now let these things be done, uh huh, it's one of those days"
We had iced-up beer in the park with the picnic gear uh huh, the salad days between the hoots and shouts we were knockin' a volleyball around every which way tan dads without no shirts, young things tucked under skirts, a baby girl whose face is smirched with some dessert, bad boys hurtin' their bikes shootin' for the world-record psyche one of those days
Now sometime later on God peeked from behind the sun, he said, "Looks like it's all worked out and I can rest a while" God had His Great Snooze and through the trees a sleepy breeze blew it was one of those daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
