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
  Death 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 bitch? (Stoking the neighbors!)
    Came time to run, came time 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: Goleta, hear them say, "Hey pal, you're fucked!"
    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...