Grass grows tall every spring
Cutting blades always sting
Push the mower back and forth
Round and round on this earth
Oh I mow that lawn again
Mow it till the bitter end
Back and forth from dawn to dusk
Oh this chore I do not trust
Sweat drips down on my face
Stuck in this green grassy place
Blades spinning loud and clear
Wishing I was anywhere but here
Oh I mow that lawn again
Mow it till the bitter end
Back and forth from dawn to dusk
Oh this chore I do not trust
The grass it grows so wild and free
Why does it always fall on me
Dreaming of just letting go
But every spring it's all I know
Oh I mow that lawn again
Mow it till the bitter end
Back and forth from dawn to dusk
Oh this chore I do not trust