I see trees of green,
red roses tooI see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful shit
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful shit
The colors of the rainbow so pretty
in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends
shaking hands saying
how do you doThey're really saying I
shit on YouI hear babies cry, I watch then grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful shit
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful shit
Oh, Yes!