A job or offer from the tundra makes me wonder
How it would be if I could see it everyday.

And I sit drinking, thinking, stinking up a storm
Should I conform to the trend du jour?

Reform...
Before...

You have a ball, you stupid kid,
Don't you dig your ditch too deep you can't crawl out.

The rider mower faction tries to use me for traction
And say that I'm the case in point.

Grab a wife, kid, a real life work at the crack of dawn
And for God's sake, son, pick the dog shit off the lawn.

Reform...
Before...

You have a ball, you stupid kid,
Don't you dig your ditch too deep you can't crawl out.

Reform...
Before...

You have a ball, you stupid kid,
Don't you dig your ditch too deep you can't crawl out.

Listen.