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Ever wondered how to achieve a lawn so pristine it defies imagination? The secret behind the most perfect yard on the block involves time travel and dinosaurs! Check out the music video featuring original artwork by Emma LeRae!

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I’ve got the greatest lawn

Down the whole damn street

The neighbors always ask me

How I keep it so neat

 

My secret is I built a time machine

Any genius can build one …

Know what I mean?

 

I’ve done all my research

And I brought something special back

They’re friendly little beaked dinosaurs

That make my lawn a snack

 

Well, you can laugh all that you like

But my lawn is always spotless

And I sleep very well at night

 

Oh, Psittacosaurus!

You beautiful little beasts!

I don’t pay you nothin’

And you make my lawn a feast

 Oh, Psittacosaurus!

Oh, who would’ve ever guessed?

You eat up all the weeds

And you fertilize the rest!

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Yeah

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Now how have the neighbors not noticed

My colorful dinosaur herd

I just told ‘em that they’re cassowaries (Cassowaries??)

Um, that’s a kind of bird

 

And my colleagues, well, they’ll never know

I mean, they spend all day in a lab

And labs don’t have windows

 

Now I worried very briefly

That I could mess up time

And wreck the future for everyone

Just for a yard sublime

 

But look around, nothing’s changed

I mean I guess my lawn’s improved

But the world sure looks the same!

 

Oh, Psittacosaurus!

You beautiful little beasts!

I don’t pay you nothin’

And you make my lawn a feast

 Oh, Psittacosaurus!

Well, who would’ve ever guessed?

You eat up all the weeds

And you fertilize the rest!

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Here we go!

 

Now, I can hear you saying,

“Your story is totally nuts! (Yeah!)

The Age of Dinosaurs lacked grass

I mean, it would totally upset their guts!” (What he said!)

 

Well, I’m surprised that’s what bothers you

I’m a man who could change the world

Yet lawn care is what I chose to do!

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Oh, Psittacosaurus!

You beautiful little beasts!

I don’t pay you nothin’

And you make my lawn a feast

Oh, Psittacosaurus!

Well, who would’ve ever guessed?

You eat up all the weeds

And you fertilize the rest!

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I said you eat up all my weeds

And you fertilize the rest!

You fertilize the rest!

Oh, you fertilize the rest!

 

Well, you fertilize the rest ... yeah

Music & lyrics (c) Matthew Bonnan, 2024, all rights reserved.

Aardonyx Music Publishing

Matthew F. Bonnan, Ph.D.

Paleontologist | Professor | Author | Science Communicator | Singer/Songwriter

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