Crisis in the Thin Yard by Tim Moore 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