George Gershwin
I Don’t Want to Play in Your Yard
I don't want to play in your yard
I don't like you anymore
You be sorry when you see me
Sliding down the cellar door

You can't holler down my rain-barrel
You can't climb my apple tree
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be nice to me

I don't want to play in your yard
I don't like you anymore
You be sorry when you see me
Sliding down the cellar door

You can't holler down my rain-barrel
You can't climb my apple tree
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be nice to me

I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be nice to me