《Potholes in My Lawn》是De La Soul演唱的歌曲，收錄在《3 Feet High and Rising》。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Potholes in My Lawn
- 所屬專輯：3 Feet High and Rising
- 歌曲原唱：De La Soul
- 發行日期：1989年3月14日
歌曲歌詞
Yo something's wrong here No not again
Get the daisies for the
Potholes in my lawn
DOVE
Everybody's sayin'
What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'
They don't know that the Soul don't go for that
Potholes in my lawn
And that goes for my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on see
I don't ask for maximum security
But my dwellin' is swellin'
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'mot'
But now it's gone
There's no
Suckers knew that I hate
To recognise that every time I'm writin'
It's gone
Yodel-a-hee Yodel-oh-hee Yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee Yodel-oh-hee Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee
Potholes in my lawn
POS
I've found that it's not wise
To leave my garden untended
'Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
Even paws are after my writer
See I've found that everyone's sayin'
What to do when suckers are preyin'
On my well-guarded spreadsheets
Oh why hell does it send up fleets
Of evil-doers through the big hole
To get to evil-doers who dig holes
Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
I think I'd better plant traces to give clues
Or better yet call 911
And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
Open a chair and let them realize the reason
For concern of the Soul
'Cause we've come down with a case of potholes
Yodel-a-hee Yodel-oh-hee Yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee Yodel-oh-hee Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee
Potholes in my lawn
Who stole who stole who stole the cookie
From the cookie jar
DOVE
Now you got the message
What to do when you die
The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'
It's a shame that you deny to claim
That you stole my words of fame
That I wrote in my rhyme sheet
Which I concentrated so hard on see
I don't ask for a barbed wire fence B
But my dwellin' is swellin'
It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
Into a spot
Where no ink or an ink-blot
Was on a scroll
I just wrote me a new 'mot'
But now it's gone there's no
Suckers knew that I hate
To recoginse that every time I'm writin'
It's gone
Potholes in my lawn
Yodel-a-hee Yodel-oh-hee Yodel-a
Yodel-a-hee Yodel-oh-hee Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee
