(Tom Waits)
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