Backyard

You in the yard and you sitting in your chair
Your shit is rolling man it's rolling everywhere
You see the light shining on your face
You say you know that I came from outer space
I'm in the truck man I'm rolling up your drive
You say you'll cut me, ya cut me down to size
I got a feeling, I'm feeling pretty strange
It's cuz I know that you got me in range
She's eating peach pie drinking black Russian
She gets a refill then she starts to cussing

Oh lord things are getting tense
I'm sitting like a fat cat up on top a fence