
I worked for many long years
To make my yard look nice
I graded, seeded,
mowed and weeded
And followed good advice
I mulched and watered weekends
Planted flowers before dawn
But the kids in the neighborhood
Don’t mean me any good
So I scream,
“Get off my lawn”!
Get off my lawn!
Get off my lawn!
Get off my lawn!
Why can’t they just understand
I did this all with my two hands
It really riles me up
Don’t want them on my land
Still they won’t stay away
I find myself looking out my window
In essence, standing guard
I loath to see
Anybody
Walking on my yard
The children think it’s funny
They laugh and run away
They like the feel
Of the soft grass
It’s where they want to play
“Get off my lawn”!
Get off my lawn!
Get off my lawn!
Get off my lawn!
I jump to my feet
Run toward the street
And scream until they’re gone
Get off my lawn!
Get Off My Lawn!
Every neighborhood has one grumpy old man screaming at the children to get off his lawn. As a child, I have had the experience of the crabby old neighbor that yelled “Get off my lawn” at everyone. Sometimes we weren’t even on his lawn! While writing these songs from the point of view of an old person, I had to include this character. I had the concept and made the music, which had to be angry. I suppose I must have this same old man living somewhere inside me because the words rolled out easily.

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