They’re rioting in my front yard   They’re sending in the national guard   People lootin, people shootin, baby I ain’t just tootin my horn   They’re rioting in my front yard      They’re grabbing all the beer and diapers   And don’t forget the windshield wipers   Fifty pairs, who cares? man we’ll sell’ em at the fair   And yeah they’re rioting in my front yard      They’re burning manny, moe, and jack   The pep boys got a broken back   They’re stealin’ clothes and breaking toes   Hey, did you see that broken nose?    And man, they’re rioting in my front yard      The news you can’t miss, no   It looks like a hit show   The choppers are taking to the air   The walls are coming down   And yeah they’re burning up this town   At least the ratings will be up this year (burn baby, burn)      Now rodney king may not have been a saint   But what they did to him could make you faint   We hear the whip, we hear the crack, and just because his skin was black   Now they’re rioting in my front yard      Now a man ain’t got a reason to smile   If he gets a beating without a trial   Hey wouldn’t you be pissed they said gorillas in the mist   And now they’re rioting in my front yard      Half these people haven’t got a clue   They’re stealing clothes and saying, rodney who?    They’ve got it all wrong, it seems we’ll never get along   And now they’re rioting in my front yard   Well man, they’re rioting in my front yard   Oh yeah, they’re rioting in my front yard