Stockin' The Neighbors Lyrics - Lagwagon

Friday night's the perfect night to mow some neighbor's lawn 

And Dave is drunk and at the helm before too long 

And Chris will gladly ride shotgun, 'cause navigating seems like fun 

Drunk and out of gas, they drive around and crash 

They're driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do 

Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than just a few 

Suburban families slumber in civility 

Awakened to the sights and sounds of the yard they're blowing down in their 

Death machine 

Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive, drive... 

Dave's a midnight landscaper, and he's working overtime 

And he is full throttle--full throttle tonight. (Alright!) 

He was almost home, just one more block, he had to hit that last mailbox 

Dumped it in a ditch, ain't that a bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!) 

Dave had to run, Dave had to bail 

He was having too much fun to spend the night in jail 

He had no "Triple A" for a tow truck 

Called them anyway only to hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!" 

Dave's a decent guy, like most of us, until he drinks 

And then his liquid mind takes over how he thinks 

And then all that matters is having fun, pulling off the next beer run 

On one too many nights, the party's over 

He's driving through your yard, there's nothing you can do 

Dave's behind the wheel, and he's had more than one or two 

Suburban families slumber in civility 

Awakened to the aftermath: the neighbors have been stoked...