Your ass is grass, and I'm a lawnmower
You dandelion, I am a sunflower
This darkest night, this veil of no hope
You piece of tape, here comes some Post-It note
Yeah, your mom's all right
Your mom's all right
Your ass is grass, and I'm a lawnmower
Incense and jass, I am a leaf blower
Through scallions, I am the sour cream
Bring forth a froth, I am the hot steam
Your mom's all right
Your mom's all right (pop rock)
(Bongos)
(Pop rock)
(Bongos)
(Pop rock)
(Bongos)
Your ass is grass, not least the east wing
Unfactual, ungrease the beast-thing
Some paper doll, some super-fast car
Some onion roll, some mayonnaise jar
Yeah, your mom's all right
Yeah, your mom's all right
Yeah, your mom's all right