Song Description

A cranky, country-rock porch-stomper full of rage, regret, and refreshments.

Lyrics

"Get Off My Lawn, But Bring the Beer"
Written by Yves Stilmant © 2025

[Verse 1]
I'm up at dawn with my socks and shorts
Yellin' at kids ridin' loud-ass sports
Bikes and scooters flyin' down my street
Knockin' over all my garden geese
I got ten signs that all say "NO"
And a BB gun I barely show
But I'll forgive your reckless steer...
If you toss me one cold beer

[Chorus]
Get off my lawn -- but bring the beer
Take your noise and disappear
Turn down that bass, shut off your drone
Before I call your folks or throw a cone
No trespassin', I made it clear
But I'll wave if there's Busch Light near
Yeah, get off my lawn -- but bring the beer

[Verse 2]
I ain't mean, just short on sleep
And my back goes out when I try to leap
You threw a football through my door
Now my porch cat don't trust me no more
I don't wanna fight, I don't want jail
But I'll still holler through the mail
Unless you show up clutchin' cheer...
In a twelve-pack with no fear

[Chorus]
Get off my lawn -- but bring the beer
No hard feelings, let's be clear
I'll sip and squint from my folding chair
While judging your tattoos and hair
Don't need hugs or flowers here
Just a sixer, cold and near
Now get off my lawn -- but bring the beer

[Bridge]
I used to be you, wild and dumb
Now my hobbies are pills and rum
But I still smile once a week
When someone brings that golden leak

[Final Chorus]
Get off my lawn -- but bring the beer
It's my castle, loud and weird
You're young and fast, I'm stiff and slow
But I still drink like G.I. Joe
You'll get your ball back -- never fear
Just bribe me with some bottled cheer
Now GET OFF MY LAWN...
...but bring the damn beer