The property owner | Stood on his perfect lawn | He said 'It's come to my attention that | There's been an infestation | So get the poison out | And get the trimmers running | We got to rid our precious land | Of this invasion that is coming' | We've decided they are weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | We've decided they are weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | Weeds (nah nah) | The neighbors gathered round | And you could hear the sound | Of their frustration as they spoke of ways | To stop the infiltration | They said 'We must unite | And put our plan in motion | Cause if we don't they will take over | And leave nothing but erosion' | And by the riverbank the kids were playing | And as they picked the weeds I heard them saying | 'Look at all the pretty flowers we found today | Aren't they beautiful' | Aren't they beautiful''