In the Other Fellow's Yard

Don't believe the grass is always greener

In the other fellow's yard

Don't believe the air is always cleaner

In the other fellow's yard

Don't spend your time in grieving

And moaning through the day

Or you'll wake up some evening

To find you moaned your life away

Don't believe the road is never bumpy

In the other fellow's yard

Don't believe the outlook isn't jumpy

And the way isn't hard

Be satisfied, look over the fence, and if you do

You'll see the other fellow standing there admiring you

Be satisfied, look over the fence, and if you do

You'll see the other fellow standing there admiring you