When all of the birdies have flown Into their Arborlee homes And all of the worms in the bellies so warm They'll dream of their day in the sun in the sun They'll dream of their day in the sun When all of the cars have croaked And all the computers are broke While the birds tell the bees of the funniest joke And laugh at their time in the sun in the sun Laugh at their time in the sun My pet poodle he probably knows If I feel like shit with the sniff of his nose And he gives me the paw and he says "Hey y'all, why don't we pack it all in and just go for a walk?" And I know he's right but I lose my will And I'm chained to my desk and I'm chewing my quill 'Cause I want my home in the Hollywood hills Yes I want my home in the Hollywood hills And have my day in the sun in the sun And have my day in the sun