open up the door
lay the orange juice on the floor
we're having a picnic on the other side of town

there's sleeping bags and fire
and it's getting down to the wire
so grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

'cause its getting hard to think
and my clothes are starting to shrink
and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball

and the world is a holiday
smokin' in an old ashtray
they just blow it out their nose and say ok

so let's try to make it last
the past is still the past