Albert said, true love is dead
Baby plays with fire, in her head
Cathy's trees, are filled with disease
Dave and Eddie shake off, all the leaves
All the boys and girls they
Love to scream and shout
We've got so much to figure out
While Frankie wonders how the flies
Get in and out and out and in
Andy's pain, cannot be explained
Brian's eating Candy, in the rain
Daisy blooms, in everyone's gloom
Ethan reads the carpet, in his room
Here we go outside
Such a pleasant kind of day to take a ride
You pay for the fuel
You know that I will drive
Yes I will drive
