Grab a Big Red
Open up some chips
Then you fall on the couch
For a marathon DVD show

Just in time
And you're feelin' fine
Better hold the line
Don't feel like sayin' hello

Then in the door walks Dad who starts to bellow
And says you are a lazy bum
Crank up that thing that so becomes you

Mowing of the lawn
Mowing of the lawn

Under AC
As the chilly breezes
Swirl around you
Making you euphoric

What a buzzkill
As the voice so shrill
Compels you act
As though something historic

And he speaks as though the thing's anthropomorphic
As it sits waiting for a fuel injection
Symbiotic man-machine connection

Mowing of the lawn
Mowing of the lawn
Mowing for to

Give it the gas
Level the grass
Circle the hedge
Touch up the edge

Trim round, the trees
Chew up the leaves
Forget the sun
Get 'er done, move it son
Make it fun

[SOLO]

Now the jungle I've hacked
Will just grow back
And a week or two from now
I'll be back behind this plow to do it over

But the space is blank
In my piggy bank
So I guess I have to think
About the balance

Will I burn out to earn
My allowance
Can't afford to disaffect
A symbiotic disconnection

Mowing of the lawn
Mowing of the lawn
Mowing for to

Give it the gas
Level the grass
Circle the hedge
Touch up the edge

Trim round, the trees
Chew up the leaves
Forget the sun
Gettin' 'er done

Mow down the weeds
Hack up the reeds
Cut down the stalks
Blow off the walks

Brother's at play
Sis drives away
How is this fair
Vengeance, someday

Next time, I'll fight
Hold out all night
A hunger strike
Drink only Sprite

"You missed a spot"
"I hope you rot"
"What a good lad"
"I hate you, Dad"

Finished at last
Covered with grass
Showering fast
Back in front of the tube
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