Lyrics

Life is strange when you get right down to it
This guy shows a smile wonder where his brain has went
Walks downtown to the liquor store
He?s got to buy his Heineken cuz he needed more
Doing odd jobs just to get some cash
But he spends all at night got the lotto rash
Clothes bunched up and his nappy hair
Don?t look at him or you?ll wanna stare

It?s Harry Moe, he?s come to take your cash and spend it all
Look out it?s Harry Moe, bum whatever he can, it?s big or small

Pushing his mower moving down the street
His super slick features even you can?t beat
Pants hanging down what a horrid fright
No belt in the world is gonna stop this sight
His clothes so old he don?t need to wash
Just buy a new pair give the old ones a toss
You?ll never meet another man like Harry Moe
He can really put on one hell of a show

It?s Harry Moe, he?s back to take your money and leave you without a dime
Look out its Harry Moe, gets his hands on whatever he finds

My place in the day and the motel at night, yah, that?s where he roams
With his trusty mower there by his side, yah, he?ll never be alone