Somebody on my road
Somebody on my street

I hear it in the air
Their mower's shout 'n screech

My head aches
I can't sleep

The sun rose dawning slow
I'm lyin' in my house
And I know they're at home

'Cause I can hear them
Their Honda whinin' in the sun
They got their power tools and their compressor on, baby

And I can tell you
My headache pain will still be strong
Until the noise of summer has gone


I never will forget those nights
I wish that it was all a dream
My neighbor's Black-And-Decker crazy
My neighbor always makes me scream

Now I don't understand
My neighbor's chainsaw love
That rope, he's gonna yank it back
He's gonna show you what I'm 'fraid of

I can see him
His chainsaw whinin' in the sun
I see him walkin' real slow and he's smilin' at everyone

I can tell you
His fetish for tools will be strong
Power-tool noise all summer's his song


Out in his yard today
I saw that dickhead switch on
His sand-blasting tool
A little voice inside my head said,
Die you fool, you psychotic tool-fool

I thought I knew what peace was
What did I know?

Those days aren't gone forever
And I won't let them go 'cause

I've been plannin'
To ground the voltage of that scum
When he's not lookin' I'll de-insulate that cord, baby

And I can tell
Rubber gloves aren't used by him, he's dumb
After I e-lec-tro-cute that bum

I can smell him
His sparking head smokes in the sun
With one hundred twenty volts of revenge in him, baby

Silence descends
I won't be dialing nine-one-one
Now that the noise of summer has gone