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For years, life was a breeze
Each christened storm was little more
than a climatic wheeze
Then suddenly, life sucked
You could even say it blew
away the trees; now you're left with these
unsightly stumps,
but you can make it through with
Mad Beaver Stump Grinding
The South may be lost
but we are finding
your pine trees are down
in the dumps
We specialize in hard-to-reach stumps
Every season, your mother would say
"Hunker down in the dorm;
don't go runnin' in the hurricane."
So you got drunk
Made sweet love
Or drove up north, where the parties sprung forth
In those carefree days, you never even dreamed of
Mad Beaver Stump Grinding
The South may be lost
but we are finding
your pine trees are down
in the dumps
We specialize in hard-to-reach stumps
Denial ain't no river in Egypt
Blackened skies, Category Five
Denial is a river in Mississipp'
But now you know
Who to dial
When the pressure's low, before the final blow
We'll be ready to grind your stumps:
Katrina-style
Mad Beaver Stump Grinding
The South may be lost
but we are finding
F.E.M.A.
They wrap your roof in blue tarp
But M.B.S.G.
Keeps your home lookin' sharp
Denial, denial,
Now your life's in a pile
Beguile, beguile,
Your true love is a mile
Away, away,
The sun will rise again someday
The South will rise again someday