critters dafremen r.dafremen Out in the yard.. Raccoon sits on his back legs baby, lifts his hands up to wipe his nose. He says, "I ain't a bad guy, that's a bad lie baby. I'm careful to wash my food. I wear a mask 'cause I done what I had to lately. Got some enemies I do suppose. And then he goes right back to the trash, so shady, leaving trash strewn across the road. Across the road. Oh, Skunk he done ducked all the watchdogs lately. They was thin enough to miss the rent. And with his head so far in that coup d'etat, that polecat couldn't whiff his scent. But when the winds had changed, ol' Skunk rearranged his location to another bench. You see, he couldn't tell that the awful smell was just a consequence of his defense. His defense. (CHORUS) It's so bizarre Out in the yard It's so bizarre Out in the yard The animals are acting strange. Don't know their purpose or their names. I don't know how far this thing is going, or where it's going..but it's gone too far. It's so bizarre. (END CHORUS) Well, Bird just sits in her nest these days, poor ribs stickin' past her plumes. She done lost all the eggs that contained her babies to that low-down rat Raccoon. And when she tries to get up to catch a worm or a grub, ol' Skunk got all the food. So she sits and stares at the open air, but don't see that she can have it too. Have it too. It's so bizarre. Out in the yard. It's so bizarre. Out in the yard. The animals are acting strange. Don't know their purpose or their name. I'm not sure where this is going, how far it's going, but it's gone too far. It's so bizarre. 130712 what's it to you? who go blather from