He Used to Cut the Grass

I'm out at last
Boy, the world sure looks different
Wow there's hardly anything fun to do
Since they made music illegal
But I'm hooked
I got the habit
I've got to have it
I need to play
But there's no musicians any more
They're all gone
Wait
I've got it
I'll be sullen and withdrawn
I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm
Of my own secret thoughts
I'll walk through the parking lot
In a semi-catatonic state
And dream of guitar notes
To go with the loading zone announcements

This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for loading and unloading only
If you gotta load or unload, go to the White Zone
You'll love it
It's a way of life

This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for loading and unloading only
If you have to load or unload, go to the White Zone
You'll love it
It's a way of life

This is the Central Scrutinizer
The White Zone is for loading and unloading only
If you gotta load or unload ...

Turn it down
Turn it down
I have children sleeping here
Don't you boys know any nice songs?
I'm calling the police
I did it
They'll be here
Shortly
I'm not joking around any more
You'll see now
There they are
They're coming
Just listen to that mess, would you
Every day this goes on around here
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy
He used to cut my grass
He was a very nice boy

This is the Central Scrutinizer
Yes
He used to be a nice boy
He used to cut the grass
But now his mind is totally destroyed by music
He's so crazy now he even believes that people are writing articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make matters worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession