Right out my back door, they’re hanging up the signs.
Right out my back door, they’re rounding up the vines.
Right out my back door, they’re killing dandelions.
Dandelion killers. Dandelion killers.
I understand they’re growing our food wearing a rubber disguise.
And across the sky of blue, they’re drawing chemical lines.
But what are they trying to prove killing dandelions?
Dandelion killers. Dandelion killers.
Little old lady in a blue cheer bonnet.
Garden hose with a spray bottle on it.
Pulling the trigger and aiming at her lawn,
she made a rainbow. She made a rainbow
and then she was gone.
Right my backyard, they’re hanging up the signs.
Right my backyard, they’re rounding up the vines.
Right my backyard, they’re killing dandelions.