Tim Moore - Crisis in the Thin Yard lyrics

Major scramble in the dark Gooch and Gino just missed the mark Everyone is feeling hot to fade Moose in on his way to freeze the braid Oh no, someone better snuff the fuse, uh huh There's a crisis in the thin yard Nobody's getting through See the brothers walkin' down the hall To the last three hundred mail calls Walkin' outside on the noonday break With a pound of dirt in every leg Oh no, hope they all got the news, uh huh There's a crisis in the thin yard Nobody's getting through The Boston Spider just got popped They found his piece in the laundry drop Oh, and I guess we'll have to give up hope The whole thing's turned into one big joke We're still a hundred feet from the slope In the tower sits the the shady screw With his Thompson waitin' for the move Anybody breakin' for the car Will hit the spotlight like a movie star Oh no, tell my wife in San Berdoo There's a crisis in the thin yard Nobody's getting through There's a crisis in the thin yard Nobody's getting through