It's all here 
Today is the only day 
The old times make way for the new 
Some fruit punch 
Spills on a tablecloth 
But there ain't no mess to clean up 
Garbage in a can sticks together 
The tiniest of things are forever 
Drop a couple coins and a feather 
And watch them float away at the same time 
Song is made with sugar and lemonade 
Sing on the porch, swing along 
Me and you having a barbecue 
Sticking our thumbs in the air 
Meeting of some notes on a pocket 
Sitting in the sun with some chocolate 
Drop a couple pens and some pencils 
And watch it all fall right into place