*Annoyed mumbling*
Grass

Ev'ry Sunday, it falls to me
To deal with the green square outside, I seethe
Think it's a waste of achin' feet
When it pops back up after just one week
It's time to go outside and cut the grass blades do-own
But I don't want to
I-I hate walkin' in circles week in and week ou-out

Cause I don't want to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
No, I don't want to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
I really hate to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Wish I don't have to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Yes, I don't want to

Ah crud (crud), the wind's gone and blown
The cut blades right up my poor friggin' nose
In my eyes as well, I'm appalled
My hands drip with sweat, my feet are all swole (ha)
Too bright out here, so I must ask what's the point no-ow (ow)?
Really don't want to
Spe-end my whole day on what gets undone, makes me fro-own

Don't force my arse to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Cause I don't want to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Really don't want to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Why must I have to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow?
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
No, I don't want to

Mow, mow, mow, mowin' lanes the whole day
Catchin' insects in the blades, hate it
Always holdin' back when I clean to spare my hands
Friggin' waste of a day
Only one who's poor back ain't busted
My mum and my dad can't do this, they would go crack, crack (uh)

Let the grass take ove-er (mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow)
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow (don't give a shit, okay?)
Mo-o-o-o-o-ow

Ah, why can't I let it gro-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow?
Gro-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
There's no damn point to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow (oh)
Week later, have to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow (oh)
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
I really hate to mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Mo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ow
Why must I have to?