| Knees on legs, toes on feet
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| Hair on chest, itchy vest
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| Woolly pants, nylon socks
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| Leather boots smash down the grass
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| Oh, grandma’s lawn has just been mown
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| Ten feet tall, overgrown with weeds
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| Cold blue light, warm red light
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| Blue-green grass, jangling glass
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| These things I bought, Comisio sauce
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| Lima rice, water cress and Miso soup
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| So spare a thought for Albert Gott
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| Coloured lights, see-through tights
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| Moist-wet lips, heavy hips
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| Silvery sheets, crumbling thoughts
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| Parting legs, curried eggs
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| The meal we had was very bad
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| Too much Yin and not enough Yang
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| Lost my plec, bloody heck
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| Who’s got my plec, break his neck
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| The rent’s due, feeling blue
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| Got no bread, so in the street
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| We all will meet with nothing to do
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| No place to eat, nowhere to glue dolly friends
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| To my surprise, in a teardrop reflected
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| A scene — there is you
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| Surrounded by vast carpet of bell-blue
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| There is me too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grandma's Lawn , by - Caravan. Song from the album The World Is Yours – The Anthology 1968-1976, in the genre Иностранный рок