My grandpa was a cowboy,
and his pa before him.
They rode the range, killed the buffalo and be fought the Indian.
But the great herds on the prairie, and the wild frontier is gone, so to carry out my heritage I go out and ride the lawn
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot i sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
we'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
my neighbor is a slacker and he rarely rides the lawn
he says that he likes wild flowers with dew on them ad dawn, but the enemy travels quickly when the winds are strong. next week wile he's on vacation, his dandy's will be gone.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot I sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
we'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
the problem with suburbia is you cannot shoot your gun. So how does one kill herds of mole who eat grass just for fun? well I've loaded up my a***nal with shells and ammo cans and under cover of the fireworks, July 4th I'll make my stand.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot I sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
we'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
my son came home from college and he criticized my lawn, he said fertilizers, herbicides and pesticides are wrong. well I'll listen to your politics and your weirdo ?lefto? songs. but when your under my roof, don't you dare speak ill of lawns.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot I sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
We'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
and his pa before him.
They rode the range, killed the buffalo and be fought the Indian.
But the great herds on the prairie, and the wild frontier is gone, so to carry out my heritage I go out and ride the lawn
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot i sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
we'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
my neighbor is a slacker and he rarely rides the lawn
he says that he likes wild flowers with dew on them ad dawn, but the enemy travels quickly when the winds are strong. next week wile he's on vacation, his dandy's will be gone.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot I sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
we'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
the problem with suburbia is you cannot shoot your gun. So how does one kill herds of mole who eat grass just for fun? well I've loaded up my a***nal with shells and ammo cans and under cover of the fireworks, July 4th I'll make my stand.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot I sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
we'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.
my son came home from college and he criticized my lawn, he said fertilizers, herbicides and pesticides are wrong. well I'll listen to your politics and your weirdo ?lefto? songs. but when your under my roof, don't you dare speak ill of lawns.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
here on my quarter acre lot I sing my freedom song.
ride the lawn, ride the lawn
We'll hunt the dandelion down and wack'em till he's gone.