My dear, your trees make work for me
All those leaves causing you misery
So much work I have to do
Raking up the yard for you

September when they all come down
And the wind blows them all around
Till my body's black and blue
Raking up the yard for you

They say that raking leaves is hard to do
Now I know, I show that it's true
Don't say go out there again
Instead of raking up I wish that I were making out with friends

I'm sick of this crap every year
Gonna get a saw and start to clear
Come on baby let's start to hew
Cause raking up is hard to do