We're out on your lawn,
When lights blind our bloodshot eyes.
Your old man loads up his gun,
To give me his dawn surprise.
He's howling beneath the moon.
I'm prayin' to God my feets don't fail me.

(Pow-pa-Pow!) I've been shaking so long.
(Boom-da-Boom!!) Whew, he ran right past me!
(Bang-ba-Bang!!!) I'm so gun-shy in your shru-u-uuu-u-ubs.

(Don't know why, but Eric Clapton's out on the lawn playing a blistering guitar solo. Hope it distracts the old man, or I'm gonna get Cream'd)

I'm oozing with love.
The love's dripping on my shoes.
Yes, I guess that IS blood.
You'll be mourning a day or two.
Just stay with me darling now,
And pray for me 'til I give the ghost up.

(Biff-Bang-Pow!) Shotgun barrel so long.
(Papa-Oom-Mow-Mow!!) Blew a hole right through me!
(Bang-a-Gong!!!) I'll take last rites in your shru-u-uuu-u-ubs.

(Now KC & The Sunshine Band are out on the lawn playing Disco . . . Oh, this MUST be the end . . . and I'm headin' in the wrong direction!)

Now, I'm saying, "So long".
I've been waiting so long.
Been a good boy too long,
To head where I'm going.
Love lies bleeding in your shru-u-u-u-uuu-u-u-u-ubs..
(Sure it's a knockoff of an Elton John line, but somehow it seemed fitting)