[00:00.000] 作词 : V. Mason/P. Huston/D. Jolicoeur/K. Mercer
[00:00.725] 作曲 : V. Mason/De La Soul/P. Huston/D. Jolicoeur/K. Mercer
[00:01.450](Yo, something's wrong here. No, not again!)
[00:06.936](Get the daisies for the...)
[00:07.955]Potholes in my lawn
[00:20.467]Everybody's sayin'
[00:21.852]What to do when suckin' lunatics start diggin' and chewin'
[00:25.535]They don't know that the Soul don't go for that
[00:28.356]Potholes in my lawn
[00:29.558]And that goes for my rhyme sheet
[00:31.857]Which I concentrated so hard on, see
[00:34.182]I don't ask for maximum security
[00:36.663]But my dwellin' is swellin'
[00:38.361]It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
[00:40.764]Into a spot
[00:41.940]Where no ink or an ink-blot
[00:43.638]Was on a scroll
[00:44.552]I just wrote me a new mot
[00:46.067]But now it's gone
[00:47.086]There's no
[00:47.609]Suckers knew that I hate
[00:48.653]To recognize that every time I'm writin'
[00:51.083]It's gone
[00:52.076](Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
[00:56.595](Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
[00:58.946]Potholes in my lawn
[01:00.487]I've found that it's not wise
[01:02.524]To leave my garden untended
[01:04.562]Cause eyes have now pardoned all laws of privacy
[01:08.271]Even paws are after my writer
[01:10.361]See, I've found that everyone's sayin'
[01:13.052]What to do when suckers are preyin'
[01:15.821]On my well-guarded spreadsheets
[01:18.459]Oh why, hell does it send up fleets
[01:20.967]Of evil-doers through the big hole
[01:23.605]To get to evil-doers who dig holes
[01:26.218]Which leaves my lawn with lawn-chew
[01:28.804]I think I'd better plant traces to give clues
[01:31.129]Or better yet call 911
[01:33.192]And when they get here I inform them I'm the Plug One
[01:35.726]Open a chair and let them realize the reason
[01:38.391]For concern of the Soul
[01:39.697]Cause we've come down with a case of potholes
[01:42.231](Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
[01:46.724](Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
[01:57.434]Potholes in my lawn
[01:58.427](Who stole, who stole, who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?)
[02:02.763]Now you got the method
[02:04.591]What to do when you die
[02:06.263]The death that I predict in 'Plug Tunin'
[02:08.092]It's a shame that you deny to claim
[02:10.417]That you stole my words of fame
[02:12.454]That I wrote in my rhyme sheet
[02:14.231]Which I concentrated so hard on, see
[02:16.686]I don't ask for a barbed wire fence, B
[02:19.246]But my dwellin' is swellin'
[02:20.813]It nipped my bud when I happened to fall
[02:23.217]Into a spot
[02:24.418]Where no ink or an ink-blot
[02:26.064]Was on a scroll
[02:26.978]I just wrote me a new mot
[02:28.546]But now it's gone 'cause those
[02:30.009]Suckers knew that I hate
[02:31.132]To recognize that every time I'm writin'
[02:33.561]It's gone
[02:41.293]Potholes in my lawn
[02:43.357](Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-a)
[02:48.764](Yodel-a-hee, Yodel-oh-hee, Yodel-ee-hee-hee-hee)
[03:06.188]Potholes in my lawn