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Gets you down.
Now Winter gets you down
It is so long and dark,
You do forget that Spring
It starts with such a spark.
Everything starts a growing
In every flowerbed
I only wish the same
Could be said of my bald head.
This Spring it is so hot
An ice-cream I could lick
But the smell of new cut grass
It really makes me sick.
Of course the next door neighbour
He had to be the first,
He could not have a beer
And sit and quench his thirst.
He had to cut the grass
A noise that travelled miles
The rest of us just frowned,
No more Sunday smiles.
We all look at the shed
There goes the pitching wedge.
The bastards cut his grass
Then I bet he"'"ll edge.
Oh bang goes the golf course
shouts out the whole damn town.
Bloody spring is here
It don"'"t half get you down!
