Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Out in the yard, the sun’s hangin' high,
But the smell of last night’s "presents" makes me wanna cry.
My dog’s been busy, he don’t hold back,
A minefield of landmines all over the grass.

[Chorus]
But here comes Mr. Pick’s, saving the day,
With a scooper in hand, and a fresh bouquet.
No more tiptoein’, no smell in the air,
Now I can grill my steak and drink my beer out there.

[Verse 2]
They come rollin’ up in their truck so clean,
With a smile on their face and a powerful machine.
They scoop it, they spray it, they’re on a roll,
Turnin' my backyard into a grassy gold.

[Prechorus]
No more dodgin', no more fear,
They make it safe for my lawn chair and beer.

[Chorus]
Oh, here comes Mr. Pick’s, saving the day,
With a scooper in hand, and a fresh bouquet.
No more tiptoein’, no smell in the air,
Now I can grill my steak and drink my beer out there.

[Bridge]
From Chihuahua piles to Great Dane loads,
They clean it all, then they hit the road.
No stink too strong, no mess too wide,
Mr. Pick’s got my back, my yard’s my pride.