Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, roar
I just got back from the hardware store
I got a new machine, don’t know what it’s for
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, roar
Bang, bang, bang, bang, boom, boom, boom
Saturday, Sunday afternoon
Trim, mow, mulch, cut, edge, till, prune
Pound, scrape, sand, saw, drill, vacuum
Wax, oil, grease job, engine’s tuned
Bang, bang, bang, bang, boom, boom, boom
Hang the hoses, drop the drill,
Charcoal, lighter fluid, fire-up the grill
Sit back in your chair, eat your fill
Got them sweet, garlic, kosher, dill
Hot dogs, brats, burgers, and buns
Rub repellant, spray bug bomb
Come on out while we’ve still got sun
I’m tired but ready for back yard fun
Marshmallows, chips, cake, soda pop, beer
Dogs, cats, kids, neighbors are here
You know how I love this time of year
The radio station we love to here
Coming in loud, coming in clear
All these things that I hold dear
Like
Whiffle ball, ring toss, Frisbee, darts
Put it all away, kids, it’s getting dark
We'll look in the morning for missing parts
Watch fire flies dance, give off sparks
Maybe take a quiet walk in the park
You know in the morning, when it all starts
Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rat, tat, tat
There’s a new machine, which one's that
You ride it around, it jiggles off your fat
Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle, rat, tat, tat
Putt, putt, pop, pop
We’re on a roll, we can’t stop
The neighborhood needs a traffic cop
Putt, putt, pop, pop,
Listen quiet, there’s not a sound
They’ve all gone home, there’s no one around
Let’s thank the lord for the life we’ve found
(thank you Jesus)
There’s a bug in my beer (there’s a bug in his beer)
There’s a bug in my beer (there’s a bug in his beer)
There’s a bug (bug) in (in) my (his) beer
Doing the back stroke, breast stroke, butterfly, free
There’s a bug in my beer, it’s buggin’ me
I look in my beer, what do I see
A little bitty bug looking back at me
Hey mama look what I found
There’s a bug in my beer swimming around
Looking up at me with a sorry frown
He’s yellow, green, orange, brown
Hey, I thought they sprayed for bugs in this town
Now I’ll have to waste some beer and dump him on the ground
(old white guy rap. . .)
Hey mama look what I found
There’s a bug in my beer, I think we’re drowned
Copyright 2013 by Scott D. Stieber