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 d**h 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 b**h? (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 f**ed!" 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...