Well, something is wrong, dude
With the yard today, looks diff'rent than yesterday
Were those gnomes always there?
Thought I saw one make a rather nasty face
Thank God, they're gone now
But so have some of your flowers
And there is this weird pong, something's real wrong

I go to your ho-ome, the yard's full of gnomes
With shifty eyes, weird little guys
And each time they go-o, get plants to-go
It breaks my mind, am I just high?

Where are my fries?
Took them outside, now they've gone, but why?
Once more, there's that stench
Those gnomes took my fries, where'd your pants go, Mike?
That's wrong, so wrong, wow
Those gnomes made off with your trousers
I preferred when the loss was just some moss

Think I should go ho-ome, I don't like these gnomes
They're worse than flies, they stole my fries
And each time they go-o, a smell quite gross
They've left behind, it hurts my eyes

They steal ev'ry time
I visit, but why?
I've made up my mind
Their stash, I must find
To get to that place
Next time I'm here, mate
When they nick my crepes
I'll grab onto their face
Yeah-eah

I'll block up my no-ose in the land of gnomes
And ask them why they took my fries
And if they say no-o, their place, I'll blow
'Twill blow sky-high, gnome genocide

And in the sky-y, clay bit fly
Oh oh-ooh
And I grin wide, weird gnomes, bye!
Oh oh-ooh
Ooh