Sunshine - The Decemberists

On the lawn before the bouquet fell

Long before we heard the ringing bell

When all I want is a good look at your underside

Reading trash like it was Judy Blume

Your paperbacks are strewn about the room

Awaiting their instructions to be mobilized

And everybody knows how it shakes and how it glows

Everybody knows and so it goes

That everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now

Lazy Rayna had a million bucks

Changed into pennies on a hundred trucks

Cause linen’s legal tender for a layabout

Why hold your breath until your face turns blue?

A stretch of rope you know can do that too

The truth be told, no one likes a gadabout

Everybody wants their shoes in the sunshine now