Your jaw's like a saws-all,
Let's trim some wood tonight,
Jaw's like a saws-all,
Let's trim some wood tonight,
One thing 'bout your saws-all,
Everything fits real tight.
Will you be my weed-wacker?
Let's get wackin' tonight,
I love how you weed-wack, honey,
Let's get wackin' tonight,
And if you believe in perserverance,
Let's wack til the broad day light.
I'll be your rake, if you'll be my hoe,
Let's plant seed tonight,
I'll be your rake, if you be my hoe,
We can reap and sow all night,
Messin' in the garden with you,
Looks like everything's bloomin' all right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem