Some men care not
They leave their estates to chance
be it overgrown or oversown
It's inside that they dance
Some men sit around their estates like bores
then pay a fool to swing a tool
and dress them up like whores
I'm Uvedale Fucking Price
Don't you dare call it nice
it's the sweet between
never seen
the picturesque I mean
Damn these lords foreveer
who cannot understand
that with the deed comes a need
to moisturize the land
and pity these poor parcels
overdrenched in decor
betray the trust if you must
plant it evermore
I'm Uvedale Fucking Price
Don't you dare call it nice
it's the sweet between
never seen
the picturesque I mean
forgive this visonary
this seer of the land
who cannot stop and let them top
their soil so bland
NO!
I'm Uvedale Fucking Price
Don't you dare call it nice
it's the sweet between
never seen
the picturesque I mean
and I just won't stop!