Sam Bisbee Ride 'em Mower
Ride 'em mower with my Walkman onOn a football field-
sized lawn
Listening to my favorite song, I'm singing
Probably out of tune
But I might as well be on the moon
One small step for me
And a smaller step for mankind
Fill the sprinkler systems up
With gasoline, suburbia
Is on fire, set the children free
Our parents are forming a bucket brigade
In the pools we've got it made
She's got on her bikini
Her legs are wrapping around me
As my eyes fill with chlorine
I can see her smiling down at me
Fill the water supply up
With gasoline, suburbia
Is on fire, set the children free
Like the copters pulling in the National Guard
We just didn't want to rake the yards
Growing older shouldn't be so hard
They're taking into evidence our record collections
They're trying to make connections
Should take a look at their own reflections
We are filling up their coffee cups
With gasoline, suburbia
Is on fire, set the children free
