{crowd noise} Ahh yeah Oww! Hit me band! Oww! (Hey, hey) Hit me band! (Yep) From out of nowhere so they came Smellin' like a dozen cans of wet
I gotta bent up truck, gotta fix-it-up So I set it on the backyard lawn Put the radio loud in the window I tuned it into rock Now I'm patiently waitin
{crowd noise} Ahh yeah Oww! Hit me band! Oww! (hey, hey) Hit me band! (yep) From out of nowhere so they came Smellin' like a dozen cans of wet magic shave
a clown? Oh well I think I'd like to go and hear some rock'n'roll music played So I'll check the amusement pages of the paper Reggae bands doing one
waan cause contention, wey yuh do... Yuh tell dat fi mooove along (yuh tell har sey) No she wrong, she caan tek yuh man, Ah gal better tek har backyard
need a big surprise. Refrain: I wanna see a flying saucer I wanna see a flying saucer I wanna see it land in front of my car Fly in formation over my backyard
I woke up early from my bed With a secret in my head In the back of my backyard I keep a spaceship in the shed I lit the engine and took the sky From
Remember the old days The years when we had it all We'd sit in the backyard Played until nightfall See I was the front man, with a strat hanging way
I can't leave you because you swore you'd never let me But even you, talk shit too. It's january when I jumped the fence of your backyard Finish the
the fight I grew up fast, I grew up hard The alleyways were my backyard Momma sang at Pat O'Riley's And I sat in with the band on Fridays Now I'm on
A young man, I call him the leader of our band I name our band The Quarrymen Yes that's right, Sirs And also, we've got the harmonica band Yeah, come
the day you broke up with him, We had a barbeque at our friend Jims. Then we strolled to the backyard and that's where we shared our first kiss. Then you watched the band
I've got a bomb shelter in my backyard With a years supply of beer, some guns and a deck of cards Just me and the band a couple girls with big tits
whim of adventure Lost in love you were running from most everything Now things no longer weigh what they used to The gold you buried in your backyard
or affection Said I paid my 3 and the girls got in free Shined the beer for tequila and we headed into the party And in the backyard some terrible ska band
was lost for a while I was knee deep in denial I was lost for a while Without my stride my step my style It took a lot of digging up bones In my backyard
(Monroe/Ramone/Jones/Tyla/Person/Clark/Backyard Babies) Michael Monroe: I know a man Back in japan Backyard Babies is his favourite Band Joey Ramone
'm kickin' it old school You know I'm kickin' it old school I'm free balling in the hot summer heat Skinny dippin' in the public beach I got green leaf growing in my backyard