Buzz Fledderjohn - John Hammond

I stood on the roof, stood toward dark

To get a better look at the Fledderjons' lawn

Big sharp pistols, ammo too

Nothing but books about World War II

Rottweiler, Dobermann, a Pinkerton guard

I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard

I ain’t allowed

No, I ain’t allowed

I said, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard

I seen a python swallowing a Dobermann whole

Piranhas swimming in a mixing bowl

Buzz Fledderjon

Paper’s full of stabbings, the sky’s full of crows

She’s singing in Italian while she’s hanging out her clothes

Carp in the bathtub and it’s raining real hard

I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard

I said that I ain’t allowed

No, I ain’t allowed

No, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard.

Well, the sailor’s ringing doorbells, the sinner’s in the pew

Weathervane’s squeaking to the west

I seen the cliffs of Dover and the deepest ocean blue

One thing in the world I can’t recommend to you

Because I ain’t allowed

I said, I ain’t allowed

No, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard

I said, I ain’t allowed

No, I ain’t allowed

I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard

I ain’t allowed

I ain’t allowed

I said, I ain’t allowed in Buzz Fledderjon’s yard