The property owner | Stood on his perfect lawn | He said “It’s come to my attention that | There’s been an infestation | So get the poison out | And get the trimmers running | We got to rid our precious land | Of this invasion that is coming” | We’ve decided they are weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | We’ve decided they are weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | The neighbors gathered round | And you could hear the sound | Of their frustration as they spoke of ways | To stop the infiltration | They said “We must unite | And put our plan in motion | Cause if we don’t they will take over | And leave nothing but erosion” | And by the riverbank the kids were playing | And as they picked the weeds I heard them saying | “Look at all the pretty flowers we found today | Aren’t they beautiful? | Aren’t they beautiful?”
