Mow the leaves, sir, mow the leaves, sir. I will pay you.
You can see, they have not been done in a while.
I cut only when the zoning creeps say, "Hey, you!
You're not zoned for agriculture in our file!"

So go file that lethal steel and mow the leaves, sir.
But be careful, or you'll have a broken part!
Toward the blade, please to not take one more step--
Toes are sliced there, and they're diced there.
You've been warned, so now please, mow the leaves sir.
Just let it roll; unchoke the engine once it starts.

(instrumental interlude)

They're too high; it's a hayfield; mow down those leaves, sir.
Shave those blades, but don't sustain a broken part!
Toward THAT blade, please to not take one more step--
Toes are sliced there, and they're diced there.
Engine's warm, nerves are steeled; mow the leaves sir.
And let your bold and loam-free, lawn-cleave work then start.

Mow the leaves, sir,
Mow the leaves, sir!