. With his eye all red, with the wine in his head. Wishing he was dead when he oughta be. Heading for Sunday school Clean up your own backyard. Oh, don't you hand me none of your lines. Clean up your
. With his eye all red, with the wine in his head. Wishing he was dead when he oughta be. Heading for Sunday school Clean up your own backyard. Oh, don't you hand me none of your lines. Clean up your
don't know them very well?. Watch for the glances on the side to your boyfriend. Just read the signs, I'm sure you can tell You see somebody standing in your own backyard. Somebody's trying to steal
5, 6, 7, 8. Dance with me in my backyard boy. Looking super fine in your corduroy. Drive me round the block. We can go in a loop. And we'll turn the volume up on some. Good boy band tunes. Love to
and your sarcasm. Silly jokes and fairy tales. Where did we leave them?. Lost in the backyard Your lasso, my tiara. My wand, your plastic bazooka. Why can't we be how we were in the backyard? Your
Five, six, seven, eight. Dance with me in my backyard, boy. Looking super fine in your corduroy. Drive me around the block, we can go in a loop. And we'll turn the volume up on some good boy-band