My cowriter had the idea to put into song his weekend ritual. We pushed the idea some.
Lyrics
TIL THE BEER’S ALL GONE
(Ward/Buchanan)
Riding ‘round in circles hot exhaust on my leg
Sun beating down spreading brown on my neck
Only got an acre and most of that is covered in weeds
Igloo cooler strapped to my John Deere
iPod Nano jamming tunes in my ear
Got a grip on a Bud and my fingers are starting to freeze
Build
You may wonder what’s taking so long
You may wonder what the heck’s going on
Chorus
It’s Bermuda in the summer In the winter it’s rye
I keep it fertilized so I won’t be going dry
When you see me riding better hide in your home
Cause the grass ain’t cut TIL THE BEER’S ALL GONE
Cuttin’ round the mailbox for the seventeenth time
The fuel in these cans is going down pretty fine
Gotta lower the mower and bring this grass to its knees
You may notice that I’m starting to swerve
The last half-acre is one big blur
Chorus
Bridge
I’m the king of the cutters when I’m out in the yard
When I’m back in the house we all know who’s in charge
It’s been dark outside for almost an hour
I just mowed through my wife’s prize-winning flowers
Even with the headlights I barely missed her Bichon Frises
Chorus
Catchy and fun! Even though it's a "man song" I can still enjoy the melody and laugh picturing DUI-mowers :)