potholes in my lawn þarký sözü

(yo, something´s wrong here. no, not again!)
(get the daisies for the...)

potholes in my lawn

dove:
everybody´s sayin´
what to do when suckin´ lunatics start diggin´ and chewin´
they don´t know that the soul don´t go for that
potholes in my lawn
and that goes for my rhyme sheet
which i concentrated so hard on, see
i don´t ask for maximum security
but my dwellin´ is swellin´
it nipped my bud when i happened to fall
into a spot
where no ink or an ink-blot
was on a scroll
i just wrote me a new ´mot´
but now it´s gone
there´s no
suckers knew that i hate
to recognise that every time i´m writin´
it´s gone

(yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a)
(yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

potholes in my lawn

pos:
i´ve found that it´s not wise
to leave my garden untended
´cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
even paws are after my writer
see, i´ve found that everyone´s sayin´
what to do when suckers are preyin´
on my well-guarded spreadsheets
oh why, hell does it send up fleets
of evil-doers through the big hole
to get to evil-doers who dig holes
which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
i think i´d better plant traces to give clues
or better yet call 911
and when they get here i inform them i´m the plug one
open a chair and let them realize the reason
for concern of the soul,
´cause we´ve come down with a case of potholes

(yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a)
(yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)

potholes in my lawn

(who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie
from the cookie jar?)

dove:
now you got the message
what to do when you die
the death that i predict in ´plug tunin´
it´s a shame that you deny to claim
that you stole my words of fame
that i wrote in my rhyme sheet
which i concentrated so hard on, see
i don´t ask for a barbed wire fence, b
but my dwellin´ is swellin´
it nipped my bud when i happened to fall
into a spot
where no ink or an ink-blot
was on a scroll
i just wrote me a new ´mot´
but now it´s gone there´s no
suckers knew that i hate
to recoginse that every time i´m writin´
it´s gone

potholes in my lawn

(yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-a)
(yodel-a-hee, yodel-oh-hee, yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)