Harbor Country

I invented all the [?]

Picking up the trash

Growing in the yard

(Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much)

I invented all the [?]

(Too much, Too much, Too much)

[?] of my house

Picking up steam

And pieces of trash

And they can ride me

And they can ride me

(Go now, go now, go now...)

(Go now, go now, go now...)

Yeah they can ride me

(Go now, go now, go now...)

Well look it up

We could have fun

Watcha' doing there

I look it up

Fortunate I

(Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much)

Is one of the young

(Too much, Too much, Too much)

I look to them

Running and up

Freshest to grow

Trying to grow

Just as a thing

(Go now, go now, go now...)

Lay in the ground (You ought to get along with [?])

Freshest of grass (We could get along in the sun)