I live on a short street on the ninety-ninth block in my home town
And I sit around thinking of all the things
In my world that just get me down
Then out in my yard I hear some sort of mad roving pack
And all of my daily thoughts disappear, and I can't get them back

I yell, Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of my lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of my lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of my lawn
Don't hang around, just get off my lawn
Off my lawn, baby

My telephone ain't ringing
'Cause I turned it off to log on there in my den
I find the fifties plus forums and
Check in to the Smoking Pen
Oh yes, it's three a.m., there's no noise here
And I may never wanna go to bed
Just then out there in my yard I hear
Them gathering once again

I yell, Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of my lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of my lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of my lawn
Don't hang around, just get off my lawn
Off my lawn, baby

Then I thought maybe they just don't know what
This NaNoWriMo thing is all about
So I went out there, invited them in
Said hook on up, in here WiFi abounds
I laid it all out, got 'em all hooked up and they started to write
When another pack showed up in my yard and started
Shouting out there in the night

They yelled, Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of our lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of our lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of our lawn
Don't hang around, just get off our lawn
Off our lawn, baby

Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of our lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of our lawn
Hey! (Hey!) You! (You!) Get off of our lawn
Don't hang around, just get off our lawn