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I woke up this morning I had a scone and a large house blend Then a little conversation With my squirrel and chipmunk friends I said I'm sick and tired of winter And I wish that it was spring Then a little fella named Robin Redbreast Began to sing And he sang "Ooh, child, what you think, the cold winter's gonna last forever?" "Ooh, child, now's the time for all the people to get together" Outside 'Cause it's the First of May, First of May Outdoor fucking starts today So bring your favorite lady or at least your favorite lay Water's not cold, baby, dip in your big toe Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto Grass below you, sky above Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called Fucking outside I thanked him for the information I cried a little when he flew away Watched an episode of "The People's Court" And I tried to plan my day I called up my old lady She wasn't home, so I called my girl Asked her if she'd like to join me As I entertain the world I said "Ooh, child, I'll bring a blanket and I promise I will brush the ants off" "Ooh, child, you're gonna like it when we're taking each other's pants off" Outside 'Cause it's the First of May, First of May Outdoor fucking starts today So bring your favorite lady or at least your favorite lay Water's not cold, baby, dip in your big toe Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto Grass below you, sky above Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called Fucking outside So, we went to the park together We were walking in the midday sun Met all kinds of people and we We fucked everyone Fucked a lady who sells ice cream We fucked a man with a tan shar pei Everyone who needed fucking wildly They got fucked today So come on Ooh, child, open your mind and your heart, feel the spirit moving through you Ooh, child, you'll feel the warmth of the love when I stick it to you Outside 'Cause it's the First of May, First of May Outdoor fucking starts today So bring your favorite lady or at least your favorite lay Water's not cold, baby, dip in your big toe Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto Grass below you, sky above Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called Fucking outside Fucking outside Fucking outside
Writer(s): Jonathan Coulton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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