02 Picnics

The sun comes up and says howdy-do
The clouds are rollin and the sky is blue
The birds are singin’ Beatle tunes
It’s all good all sweet here with you

You make me wanna go on picnics
And drink my wine layin down
You make me wanna go on picnics
With all of your hair hangin down

Top down crusin’ down a country road
Lookin for a deeper swimming hole
Strippin down way naked to our ugly toes
We gotta make the day go really slow

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Jalapeño peppers and a chunk of cheese
Wave my pickle in the breeze
Spread a blanket and roll the grass
It’s a smokin day you bet your ****

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With all your hair hangin’ down
With all your hair hangin’ down
With all your hair hangin’ down