Hay When the Sun Shines

<p>When I grow up I want to be an airline pilot When I get old I want to be an airplane pilot Yes, you can share that dream If you can make it seem Like ice in the springtime, a merry-go-round going round the wrong way </p><p>Hay when the sun shines Hay when the sun shines Hay when the sun shines Hay when the sun, sun shines </p><p>Now it's all politics Yes, it's all lunatics Nice people, nice suits and ties Filling us with wonderful lies Listen son, I know you know what's good So vote for me as all good boys would Can't you see I promise you the world And now you only get to see it </p><p>(chorus) </p><p>Why should I want to leave here Give me just one good reason I can almost count on fingers All the young people left here I'm off to find fame and fortune And a handful of self-respect too So I follow in the footsteps To the pace of prodigal son </p><p>(chorus)</p>