Weeds, weeds,

Everywhere there’s weeds.

I can’t stand those ugly weeds.

Every-time I dig one out,

Another comes right up.

It’s time to get rid of them.

Go ahead and sic them pup.

You can do it T-Bone.

I have faith in you.

Now dig, dig, dig,

Until you’re finally through.

Ha, goodbye weeds.

You’ve finally met your match.

Congratulations T-Bone.

Go ahead, and do your dance.

Oh no, I’m looking more carefully.

The flowers are also gone.

Thanks a lot T-Bone.

I’m replacing you with Sean.