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