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There's two kinds of people in this world (in this world)
Said there's two kinds of people in this world (in this world)
Kind of people that pick up sticks before they mow the grass
And the kind that mows the mower when it cross his path

Then there's two kinds of people in this world (in this world)
And I'm from a whole 'nother breed
I don't pick up sticks, I don't mow no grass
I prefer to stay in the weeds

When that weed whacker come
And he surely will
He ain't gonna mow me down
I say hello as soon as I walk in
And then I'm gone
Well, I'm nowhere to be found

Said there's two kinds of people in this world (in this world)
Well, there's you and then there's me
And I just might live happily
Stand right here in the weeds

When that weed whacker come
And he surely will
He ain't gonna mow me down
I say hello as soon as I walk in
And then I'm gone
Well, I'm nowhere to be found

Said there's two kinds of people in this world (in this world)
But thankfully there's you and then there's me
And I just might live happily
Stand right here in the weeds