I guess, God said
"It's time to let the little people have the salad days
Somebody cut the rain
Let there be lawn chairs in the shade for everyone

Be sure to give it the works the barbecues and the fireworks
And make certain the night is fair
For my lovers in pairs, I'll be behind the sun
Now let these things be done, it's one of those days

We had iced-up beer in the park with the picnic gear
The salad days between the hoots and shouts
We were knockin' a volleyball around
Every which way

Tan dads without no shirts, young things tucked under skirts
A baby girl whose face is smirched with some dessert
Bad boys hurtin' their bikes
Shootin' for the world-record psyche, one of those days

Now sometime later on, God peeked from behind the sun, he said
"Looks like it's all worked out and I can rest a while"
God had His great snooze and through the trees a sleepy breeze blew
It was one of those days