Friday nights the perfect night to mow some neighbors lawn And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long And Chris wi will gladly ride shotgun, cause navigating seems like fun Drunk and out of gas, the y dri have around and crash
Theyre driving through your yard, the res nothing you can do Daves behind the wheel, and hes had more than just a few Suburban families slumber in civility Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard the yre blowing down in the ir Death machine
Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive...
Daves a midnight landscaper, and hes working overtime 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, aint that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors)
Came time to run, came time to bail He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck Called the m anyway: Goleta, hear the m say, "Hey pal, you are fucked"
Daves a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks And the n his liquid mind takes over how he thinks And the n all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run On one too many nights, the partys over
Hes driving through your yard, the res nothing you can do Daves behind the wheel, and hes had more than one or two Suburban families slumber in civility Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...
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