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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,