My mother said to mow the grass
There’s people laughing as they pass
Then someone stops, continues to harass
Man, I wish people would have some class

The lunatic kicks, and I fall
The lunatic runs while I bawl
He laughs a bit and then he jumps back in his car
I turned away from the sight I endured

As if this whole thing didn’t wreck my afternoon
As if no other thing could bring me chills
And I could not forebode, he dropped his pantaloons
I wound up on the wrong side of the mooned

I sat in shock while he just fled
Can’t process it inside my head
The moon displayed, the tide should change
There should be werewolves now on Main

He slammed the door
And rode away from me
There's a giant pressed ham in the front seat

As if I was cursed, big ol’ hairy rear
A sight that just won’t disappear
And with a rump so red you think he’s some baboon
I would up on the wrong side of the mooned