Drinkin' In The Driveway
--words and music by Michael Stanley

Well the man is like clockwork
When summer hits the street
Wearin' an old Skynard tank top two sizes small
Sweating in the heat
In his trusty old lawn chair
With his cooler by his side
He fires up a mule and surveys his domain
Through some seriously bloodshot eyes ...

	Yeah he's drinking in the driveway
	Ah, how time flies 
	When you're drinking in the driveway
	Watching the world go by ...

Yeah this used to be a fine place
Till they let all the riff-raff in
Like those Nancy boys livin' two houses down 
And those little folks who's last name is Chin
Now his wife is always crying
Neighbor kids won't leave her alone
Laughing and pointing and callin' her fat
Can't they see that she's just big boned ...

	Yeah he's drinking in the driveway
	Keeping an eye on the place
	Yeah he's drinking in the driveway
	Keeping the neighborhood safe ...

And he's got a reputation
All up and down the block
For eyeing the young girls a little too long
Thinks he's the cock of the walk
But he hates their ugly music
He don't like it at all 
Proud that he ain't bought one damn thing
Since Floyd did 'The Wall' ...

	Yeah he's drinking in the driveway
	Keeping an eye on the place
	Yeah he's drinking in the driveway
	Keeping the neighborhood safe ...

	Yeah he's drinking in the driveway
	Ah, how time flies 
	When you're drinking in the driveway
	Watching the world go by ...

	(to fade)