"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 days