I had a friend who used to live up the block
Home with nice pool
He put in a basketball hoop
His son played like a cool boy

Saw him the other day in his packed up car
I was moving in, he was moving out
We went back inside his house, had a few drinks
But all he kept talking about was

HOAs, made his young son cry
HOAs, sent a note that hoop was denied
HOAs, HOAs

Well there's a gal with a hose sprayer
Back by pool, she tends her raised garden beds
Sometimes in the mid-day I stop by and see her new greens
Often she shares some lettuce heads

Her and her husband Bobby, well they’re fed up
They fret the street has gone highbrow
Neighbors spread gossip talking about her yard crimes
She said when she feels their prying
She gets angry thinking about

HOAs, made a gardener cry
HOAs, sent a note that plants don’t comply
HOAs, HOAs

I think I'm going to the meeting tonight
Cause I’m fearing things here are going downhill
Well I hope when I get old I don’t complain about noisy young kids
But I probably will

Yeah, keg parties are losing their past allure
Folks litter leaving cruddy stuff
No one throws away
And cars not parked in visitor lot
Bug me when they block the roadways

HOAs, it’s time to comply
HOAs, they sometimes can be the good guy
HOAs, HOAs

HOAs, you shouldn’t pass them by
HOAs, in the view of an older eye
HOAs, HOAs