Kids in the garden
They're not my kids
But I'm glad to see them
Birds in the trees
All God's creatures
Running wild and free

When we were kids make believe
Chalk a rocket on the street
And wear the arse out of our jeans
Flying high, flying high
A million miles above the street scene

Back down the Earth when your ma called you in for your tea
The grass is growing under your feet
The grass is growing under your feet

Sunday, Sunday garden song
Yeah, I'm happy til' Monday comes along
Sunday, Sunday garden sounds
I'm not down, I'm happy as a clam