Birthday Party The Yard Lyrics

Yard Lyrics

In our yard

 How many chickens can we count

 On our fingers and toes

 On their toes

 Sitting on father's hole

 Sitting on his chest

 Crushing rocks of dirt

 The earth is soft in our

 Yard yard

 Stones in my shoes

 And feet

 Dragging them through museums

 Where

 Under glass

 Refridgerate

 Freeze

 Hands and feet

 And knobbly knees

 Yard yard