Potholes in My Lawn

(Yo, something`s wrong here. No, not again!) <br>(Get the daisies for the...) <br><br>Potholes in my lawn <br><br>DOVE: <br>Everybody`s sayin` <br>What to do when suckin` lunatics start diggin` and chewin` <br>They don`t know that the Soul don`t go for that <br>Potholes in my lawn <br>And that goes for my rhyme sheet <br>Which I concentrated so hard on, see <br>I don`t ask for maximum security <br>But my dwellin` is swellin` <br>It nipped my bud when I happened to fall <br>Into a spot <br>Where no ink or an ink-blot <br>Was on a scroll <br>I just wrote me a new `mot` <br>But now it`s gone <br>There`s no <br>Suckers knew that I hate <br>To recognise that every time I`m writin` <br>It`s gone <br><br>(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) <br>(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) <br><br>Potholes in my lawn <br><br>POS: <br>I`ve found that it`s not wise <br>To leave my garden untended <br>`Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy <br>Even paws are after my writer <br>See, I`ve found that everyone`s sayin` <br>What to do when suckers are preyin` <br>On my well-guarded spreadsheets <br>Oh why, hell does it send up fleets <br>Of evil-doers through the big hole <br>To get to evil-doers who dig holes <br>Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew <br>I think I`d better plant traces to give clues <br>Or better yet call 911 <br>And when they get here I inform them I`m the Plug One <br>Open a chair and let them realize the reason <br>For concern of the Soul, <br>`Cause we`ve come down with a case of potholes <br><br>(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) <br>(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee) <br><br>Potholes in my lawn <br><br>(Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie <br>from the cookie jar?) <br><br>DOVE: <br>Now you got the message <br>What to do when you die <br>The death that I predict in `Plug Tunin` <br>It`s a shame that you deny to claim <br>That you stole my words of fame <br>That I wrote in my rhyme sheet <br>Which I concentrated so hard on, see <br>I don`t ask for a barbed wire fence, B <br>But my dwellin` is swellin` <br>It nipped my bud when I happened to fall <br>Into a spot <br>Where no ink or an ink-blot <br>Was on a scroll <br>I just wrote me a new `mot` <br>But now it`s gone there`s no <br>Suckers knew that I hate <br>To recoginse that every time I`m writin` <br>It`s gone <br><br>Potholes in my lawn <br><br>(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a) <br>(Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)