I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful
shitI see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful
shitThe 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 do
They're really saying I shit on You
I 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
shitYes I think to myself what a wonderful
shitOh, Yes!