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