Hats off to the Green Bins

Enter tunnel-vision from following the heard

Get caught in the middle and never get out.

Hats off for taking out the green bins

Any longer we’ll be evicted

Televisions don’t mix with compost

So clean up your act the landlords listed

Roll up your sleeves and dial the yard man

Hats off for cleaning up our dirty garden

(All that chicken shit, I’ll get a shovel)

Your green fingers are frightening the worms, “AHHHH!”

Nothings been growing since the lawnmower broke down

Three cans of knock-out should take out the webs

Now we can rival Versailles in our suburban palace

Hats off for Edwin Beard Budding

Hats off for taking it easy

Hats off trimming the roses

Hats off to everyone.