We Are Seven

When the bells ring on Sunday, we go to the park
And we watch the week ending
And the bells keep on ringing until it gets dark
Hear the constables cursing
And the building we live in is tiny and old
Like a Volkswagen beetle
And the district attorney, he lives right next door
And he waves from the window
He waves from the window

And we are but seven, and seven we are
And we each are named after a different car
And the man who delivers our mail has a scar
But he tells us he likes it
And the baby is Chrysler, and she's only two
And she lives in a cradle
And we haven't quite figured what mom and dad do
When they leave in the morning
They leave in the morning

And the buses are always a little bit late
But the shops open early
And the bells ring exactly at seven past eight
And again at eight-thirty
When the weathervane spins, we all lay in our beds
And the thunder sounds just like the bells in our heads
And the sunsets are yellow and purple and red
And we're happy to see them
We're happy to see them