Goodbye, other cla**mates
Goodbye, the maths teacher
We go up on the hill
Through the holes of fences
Beyond the floating bridges
God only knows where we go
Walking on the rail, drinking ginger ale
Like an adventure tale send by air-mail
Oh yesterday's rain running down like a train
washing off our pain, so vivid now again
What a nice day for a picnic
What a nice day to be happy
Hey, don't you know that?
What a nice day for a picnic
What a nice day to be happy
like a honeybee
The school bell rings so faraway
It's time the cla** begins
Something hurts me in my mind
but spring wind blows me up
so don't scold us we're not to be blamed
What a nice day for a picnic
What a nice day to be happy
Hey, don't you know that?
What a nice day for a picnic
What a nice day to be happy
like a honeybee