| Sunday night's a perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn | |
| And I'm drunk and at the helm before too long | |
| And Chris will gladly ride shotgun navigating seems like fun | |
| Drunk and out of gas we drive around and crash | |
| We drivin' through the yard there's nothin' we can do | |
| Dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than one or two | |
| Suburban families slumber in civility awakened to the sights | |
| And sounds of the yard they're blowin' down in their death machine | |
| Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive | |
| Dave's a midnight landscaper he's workin' over time | |
| And he is full throttle, full throttle tonight, alright | |
| He was almost home, just one more block | |
| He had to hit that last mailbox dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch | |
| Dave had to run, | |
| Dave had to bail | |
| He was havin' too much fun to spend that night in jail | |
| He had no triple a for a tow truck | |
| I called 'em anyway only to hear them say, hey pal, you're fucked | |
| Dave's a decent guy like most of us until he drinks | |
| And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks | |
| And then all that matters is havin' fun pullin' off the next beer run | |
| On one too many nights, the party's over | |
| You drivin' through the yard, there's nothin' you can do | |
| Dave's behind the wheel and he's had more than just a few | |
| Suburban families slumber in civility, awakened to the aftermath | |
| The neighbors have been stoked |