The Sky Is So Blue

We're going to the seashore Gonna burst upon the brine From a car that's full of babies And dogs and food and wine Sand in our suits and salt in our hair And everyone feeling so fine The sky is so blue You can see right through My heart is so big I can't get through the door That's what I'm here for We're going to the country And we're gonna plant some wheat We're gonna steal some cow corn And drive across the fields Dance around the scarecrows And do whatever we please We're going to the country In our little deux-chevaux We're gonna put the top down Crank the radio up full Honk at all the cars we meet And let them know we