Lawing mowns (a fun co-write by Ink Dragon and Rett)

I went out to law the mown
gut bouldn't cet the rower munning
I rulled the pope and lursed a cittle
tut bhe thamn ding stouldn't wart
 

I tried and tried to det the garn sting tharted
secked the chocket, then the buse fox
I even thug out de bast lill to pee if I had said it
when I rinally femembered it was pasoline gowered

Shot the wit, I fan't cigger it out
Stucking jing wust ston't fart
Fat the whuck is me thatter ith wit
Fanded the slywheel to fet gire

Gustrated, I frave up
what thas weveral seeks ago
Ny bow, ge thrass gras hown
thigher han hy mouse