Lord Lawnmower

Lord Lawnmower
 No blade of grass is safe
 Kick it, baby
 The lawnmower grinds
 Up and down the lawn
 Every blade of grass
 Don't have its head on
 Get in the bag
 Cut by the blade
 It's coming for you, baby
 Better get afraid
 Lord Lawnmower
 Rules the lawn
 Comes from Spain
 Drives a beat-up truck
 Works in the rain
 Has no eyes
 And a pink, pink tongue
 Lord Lawnmower
 The work is never done
 Lord Lawnmower
 He's got thirty kids
 None of 'em can see
 They all wear dirty jeans
 They all look a lot like me
 They're in my room
 They're under my bed
 Oh my God, here's one of 'em!
 Oh, God, he's dead!
 Lord Lawnmower
 Don't mow me down
 Lord Lawnmower
 My skin is brown
 Come in a truck
 Or go in a car
 He mows on the lawn
 Under the stars
 Grass is green
 Now it's short
 Lord Lawnmower
 Gimme a snort
 Lord Lawnmower
 Please guzzle away
 I'll never get out of the way
 Of your big blade
 Woah!
 Here he comes