Lagwagon - Stockin' The Neighbors lyrics

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Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn

And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long

And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun

Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and crash

They're driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do

Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than just a few

Suburban families slumber in civility

Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowing down in their

Death machine

Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive...

Dave's a midnight landscaper, and he's 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, ain't that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!)

Dave had to run, Dave had to bail

He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail

He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck

Called them anyway only to hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!"

Dave's a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks

And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks

And then all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run

On one too many nights, the party's over

He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do

Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than one or two

Suburban families slumber in civility

Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...