Major scramble — in the dark
Gooch and Gino just missed the mark
Everyone is feeling hot to fade
Moose is on his way to freeze the braid
Oh no — someone better snuff the fuse
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
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
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 shady screw
with his Thompson waitin’ for the move
Anybody breakin’ for the care
Will hit the spotlight like a movie star
Oh no — tell my wife in San Bardoo
There’s a crisis in the thin yard
Nobody’s getting through
There’s a crisis in the thin yard
Nobody’s getting through
Lyrics Submitted by Richard Gagnon