The Backyard Beat - Bo's World

Jackin' House, Nu-Disco, 124 BPM, 16th-note Swing. Bo's World [Verse 1] Weekend's here, the jungle's growing high. One pull on the cord, I don't even sigh. Engine coughs, then it fades to black, I just drop the handle and step right back. [Chorus 1] Mower madness, quiet on the street. Dead machine, skipping on the beat. Out of gas, or the battery’s dead, I'll just pour a cold drink instead. [Verse 2] Got the cord, stretching through the yard. Why pretend that I'm working hard? Two feet short from the final row, Yanked the socket, guess it's time to go. [Chorus 2] Mower madness, quiet on the street. Dead machine, skipping on the beat. Out of gas, or the battery’s dead, I'll just pour a cold drink instead. [Verse 3] Green horizon, let the wild grass grow. Neighbors watching, putting on a show. No more sweating, hiding from the sun, The weekend's started, and the work is done. [Chorus 3] Mower madness, quiet on the street. Dead machine, skipping on the beat. Out of gas, or the battery’s dead, I'll just pour a cold drink instead. [Outro] The backyard groove. Dead battery. Pour it up.