Good morning,
men of Greater Summerville
Oh, don’t worry about me
I had a foolish notion
I might sleep late this cool,
breezy Saturday morning
I was just having a little dream
about a woman in a gaucho hat
swirling her skirt above her thighs
and dancing me toward her bedroom
when, suddenly, I heard your call
Peeping through the blinds
into this very bright dawn
I see you’re all suited up
and sure looks like everyone’s here
Hello, Roy! Howdy, Bud! Hiya, Carl!
Let’s lossen your bellies, boys
Relax those double chins
For godsakes, pull that ballcap down
a little lower on your forehead, Leroy
Ok, gentlemen, start your engines
Let’s hear how loud you can rev ’em up
Noisier the better
Plug in your grass whips
and electric hedge trimmers
Activate your sprinkler systems
and let the spreaders roll
Only you can make the whole world
smell like fertilizer