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