The weeds are so big I can't find my grill
Wife yells at me to go mow, but I tell her "chill"
Grass gets taller every day, now I can't see my car
But it's there somewhere in the depths of my yard

The flowers have curled, they're now brown as wheat
My neighbors called for policemen, they're out in the street
But I'm just smirking, weeds are better than a guard
I wanna watch 'em try to get through my yard

I took a dare not to cut it or trim it at all
Everyone stares at the crabgrass and switchgrass
And ryegrass and witchgrass
All growing a dozen feet tall

Now the police say to me, gonna toss me into the can
'Cause the homeowners president says I violated the plan
Then they say I'll avoid that fate
If I just cut it short and straight
But my mower's out there in my yard
It's lost in my yard
Out there in my yard
Can't find it in my yard