Life in our backyard...

A typical Saturday night for us consists of Holton going sleepy-tight at around 8... Haden fighting us until about 10 - and me, Jer and Dad hanging out in our backyard... WITH a whole hell of alot of Coors Light... (oh... and BUSCH 24's for Daddy-o)...

Haha... Jer and I are writing another song... It is a funny "Adam Sandler-ish" song... so a little levity is appreciated...

Backyards, Backyards...
Backyards - so many memories...

We're trying to keep the neighbors...
From calling the cops..
As I stand here ready...
To --- pop another top...

Everyone's talkin' loud
And EVERYONE's saying "hush"...
Please stop pissing on the neighbors fence...
And please don't 'fucking' cuss...

Backyards, Backyards...
Backyards - are full of memories...

I write this song because...
Bosses really suck...
I work for an asshole
To make a fucking buck...

And again - bosses suck...
(hee hee)

But tonight I'm in my...

Backyard, Backyard...
Backyards - are full of memories...

We tried it in the front...
But we party in the back...
We drink a few beers..
But we don't do crack... (duh!!!)

It's 9:58 - we got an hour and 2...
To get to the store for a little more brew...
Life in general - it's one big song...
But the backyard lights up ALL NIGHT LONG...

Backyards, Backyards...
Backyards - are full of memories...

When the trashman comes...
I wince - it's all fucking bottles...
But - I can mow the yard hungover...
And all my neighbors look like models...

Backyards, Backyards...
Backyards - are full of memories...

How does this shit work...
Neighbors - they all fucking hate us...
Saturday nights - they are here all fucked up...
In this shiz-nit - that we created!!! (hee to the hee again)

Our Backyard, Our Backyard...
Our Backyard - so full of memories...

Ok - so seriously - this shit is copyrighted... Because I'm good like that...

We haven't finished - bot totally having a really good time making fun of ourselves and our drunk neighbors...