lawn boy where the grass grows well
and the weeds all live and they grow like hell
lawnboy where the trim is a trim and the clippings
fly to the bag and in
lawn boy
at the landscape place, where the price doth rise
at a frantic pace
lawnboy where
we mix oil and gas
and the lawn gets done, or dad beats my *ss

and then my love, rake around the lands
we'll clean up each time
to those yard waste bags
where the tree sap flies
and they look like chow
put gloves on dear,
pick that up now