Ride 'em mower with my Walkman on

On a football field-sized lawn

Listening to my favorite song, I'm singing

Probably out of tune

But I might as well be on the moon

One small step for me

And a smaller step for mankind

Fill the sprinkler systems up

With gasoline, suburbia

Is on fire, set the children free

Our parents are forming a bucket brigade

In the pools we've got it made

She's got on her bikini

Her legs are wrapping around me

As my eyes fill with chlorine

I can see her smiling down at me

Fill the water supply up

With gasoline, suburbia

Is on fire, set the children free

Like the copters pulling in the National Guard

We just didn't want to rake the yards

Growing older shouldn't be so hard

They're taking into evidence our record collections

They're trying to make connections

Should take a look at their own reflections

We are filling up their coffee cups

With gasoline, suburbia

Is on fire, set the children free