| Lyrics: | Here's To The Crabgrass
Here's to the crabgrass,
Here's to the mortgage,
In
fact, here's to Suburbia.
Lay down your briefcase,
Far from the rat race,
Where
nothing can disturb ya.
Uncomplicated,
It's what we waited
For so long in this
city.
Come let us go there,
Live like Thoreau there,
A life of sweet
simplicity.
Did you set the thermostat?
No, I don't know where it's at.
Tuesday
the Cub Scouts meet again.
Walk the dog and cut the grass,
Take the kids to dancing
class,
Jim's Little League got beat again.
Can't keep a maid here,
No matter
what they're paid here,
The place has bad publicity.
Why did we move
here?
Don't you remember?
To live in sweet simplicity.
Here's to
mosquitos,
Clam dip and Fritos,
To golf and bridge and scuba there.
Men wearing
knee pants,
Women in Capri pants,
Discussing what's with Cuba there.
Each big
appliance
Treats you with defiance,
Until it finally falls apart.
Call the
repairman,
In a week he's there, man,
To knock your kitchen walls
apart.
Tommy's got a bloody nose,
Gotta fix the garden hose.
Book Of The Month
Club came today.
Didn't read the last one yet.
Yes you did, but you forget.
Oh
well, they're all the same today.
Here's Mrs. Ritter,
She's the baby
sitter.
Tonight we're going joyously
Back to the city,
Where life is gay and
witty,
Back to the noise there,
That everyone enjoys there.
Back to the crush
there,
Hurry let us rush there,
Back to the rat race,
Don't forget your
briefcase,
Back in the groove there,
Say why don't we move there.
Away from all of
this
Sweet simplicity |
