Sleeping Bag

Open up the door

Lay the orange juice on the floor

We're having a picnic on the other side of townThere's sleeping bags and fire

And it's getting down to the wire

So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile'Cause it's getting hard to think

And my clothes are starting to shrink

And the moon is saggin' down like a metal ballAnd the world is a holiday

Smokin' in an old ashtray

They just blow it out their nose and say okay