I stood on the roof
Of Stuart's old Dodge
To get a better look
At the Fledderjohns' Lodge
Bait shop, pistols, and ammo too
Nothing but books about W.W.II
Rottweiler, Doberman Pinkerton guard
I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard
I ain't allowed
No, I ain't allowed
I ain't allowed
In Buzz Fledderjohn's yard
I seen a python swallow a Doberman whole
Piranha swimmin in a mixing bowl
Paper's full of stabbings
The sky's full of crows
She's singin' in Italian
While she's hanging out her clothes
Carp in the bathtub
And its raining real hard
I ain't allowed in Buzz Fledderjohn's yard
I ain't allowed
No, I ain't allowed
I ain't allowed
In Buzz Fledderjohn's yard
Well a sailor's ringing doorbells
Sinners in the pew
The weather vane squeaking to the west
I seen the Cliffs of Dover
And the deepest oceans blue
The one thing in the world
I can recommend to you
'Cause I ain't allowed
No, I ain't allowed
No, I ain't allowed
In Buzz Fledderjohn's yard
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